Nostalgia

When nostalgia hits me it is never subtle or fleeting. It is overwhelming. All-consuming. Emotionally exhausting. It feels as though the memories are clawing at my insides, dying to be released, knowing the effort is for naught. 30 seconds of a song takes me back to my childhood, the first time I remember rewinding a… Continue reading Nostalgia

Seasons Change

This is, by far, the best time of year where I live. The leaves are brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow, and although those yellow leaves turn dull in a few short days and the ground becomes a bed for the many shades of fall, these are the moments I live for. The crisp… Continue reading Seasons Change

A tourist in my own life

My¬†older¬†brother is reading Harry Potter for the first time. I was insanely jealous and proud when he told me he’d picked them up for a bit of light reading. Jealous because I remember what it was like to read them for the first time, and I’ll never get to do that again. Proud because well,… Continue reading A tourist in my own life