2018/03/10

Nostalgia



There is something very revealing about remembering things I used to love.

I stumbled this week on a musical I was obsessed with in 2012.

I fell into a black hole of YouTube videos that I had remember watching over and over again during my second year of college.

I remembered where I was the first time I had watched them. What I looked like. Who I lived with. What classes I was in. What I was worried about. How I spent my time.

And I was intensely aware of how different my life is now encountering the same material.

I rarely feel proper nostalgia, but something about this certainly dredged it up.

And the longer I've thought about it, the more grateful I am about how everything has turned out.

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