Itinerent

Growth is not measured in inches, feet, years, diplomas received, or awards won.
It is measured by the myriad of bruises, cuts, and pains covering your body the night after.
It is measured by the conversations you have in the dead of night on your front yard,
and if you are a bit too drunk to talk, it is measured by the width of you smile and the volume of your yell when you see a friend walk through the door.
It is measured by your willingness to live your life freely.
It is measured by just how much champagne got sprayed in your eye and by your commitment to not let the burning pain stop the fun.
It is measured by how many shots of tequila-absinthe you do in order to get your housemate drunk enough to make-out with a girl who likes him.
It is measured by how much you grin awkwardly and sheepishly say "Yeeeah, it's not a big deal" whenever someone says that you and your girlfriend are the cutest.
It is measured by the volume of the crowd when someone knocks the handle off of the kitchen sink faucet.
It is measured by the feeling of joy that only comes by being surrounded by your friends.