I guess a boy is never really in touch with himself, having never seen what he supposedly doesn't like.

I hadn't a clue who I was just nine months ago, when I posted my first Journal entry. All I had known last February was that the conservative Oklahoma lifestyle really didn't fit me...at all. I knew that I wanted something more...but the word "more," for me, was very undefined. The path I'd be walking in a year was merely a blur in the frosted glass I peered through, which I was convinced I clearly understood. As things have unraveled, I have become open and very welcoming to the fresh breeze that has awaited my embrace for so long.

Is this a boy becoming a man?