I’m looking at my Facebook feed tonight and wondering if I’m maybe not the only one feeling reminiscent. On my news feed, people are updating their profile pictures to ones that were taken years prior and posting songs from decades ago. Of course, maybe I’m wrong…maybe these people just really liked how they looked in these old pictures or maybe they just discovered these songs and are connecting to them in the present. But it’s comforting for me to at least pretend that I’m not so alone tonight. I somehow started looking through old pictures tonight and got really sad, in a way, about how much things have changed–even in just the past year.
And while I really do believe that the past year was simultaneously the most challenging, stressful, exciting, and overall best of my life, I can’t help but get all sentimental about the things in these pictures that I don’t have anymore: my apartment, my cat, a real sense of what the hell I’m ever doing…
I don’t know why I’m even writing this in here, you know? I went out and bought a new journal today because I ran out of pages in my other one yesterday. I’d been writing in it for almost four years–since I was eighteen. I don’t know how to start the new one. It feels weird. And I definitely don’t want to start it with something stupid like this.
On a happy note, this past weekend was just perfect. I feel like I’m just finally getting back from winter break.