Nov 132007

I have been feeling very nostalgic lately about a few certain “eras” of my life, and it’s kind of driving me crazy. Of course, at the time I didn’t think life was that great, but every so often I catch a whiff of autumn air and I get a flood of feelings and memories and it’s like, “Holy fucking shit, I should have appreciated that time in my life so much more.”

Then I found this picture when I was looking for something else, and of course it made me all introspective and at least fifteen untold stories flashed into my mind.

I don’t think I’ll ever get over the time I lived in my first apartment, where this photo was taken in ’98, but at least now I’m not crying about it all the time and wishing I could go back. That’s a sign of maturity, right? (Lol.)

More on this era later!

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