2009-08-21
brow
I am, slightly, missing younger versions of myself. It's not the youth I'm pining for; I'm 21, and that's nothing, I know it. And it's all a frame of mind, anyway. But, tonight at least, I am feeling slightly decrepit. I don't miss being more naive, but I do miss some of my eagerness, my hopefulness. Those things kept me more on the balls of my feet.
This time next week... the tires will be touching the highway and spinning us toward the east, that same road trip that started my Carleton saga three years ago. How far we've come since then! It comes full circle. The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same.
leesah-likes at 8:47 p.m.