i don't remember growing older
It's the strangest thing, realizing that I'm 3 years out of high school. Even stranger that it's been 7 years since I was in middle/grammar school. That's a third of my lifetime away. I faintly remember think that it would be unfathomable to be in college, to be doing something with my life, yet, now, I feel as lost as I felt then. Some things change, and some things don't, I suppose.
This heady reminiscence would not be complete without photos, so, naturally, those have gone up on my flickr account. I have photos that span from senior year of high school to now. If I wanted to, I suppose they could even go back further. In these "old" photos, I see myself three years back, and I see a girl who had no idea what the future held for her. I could never have imagined then what I would be like now, and I'm glad that I never could. The journey wouldn't have been as challenging, interesting, or enlightening, and I know there would always have been something I would have wanted to change. There will always be those nitpicky things about my past that I wish I could go back and fix ... but that's my past, after all.
I remember vaguely when that photo was taken. We slept over at my friend's house the night of prom, and we laid the dresses out on the bed because we didn't want to wrinkle them. The picture is actually a recreation, because someone slept in the bed. However, that photo holds good memories for me. I sometimes wonder how people from high school turned out, how much we've grown, changed, and morphed into the people we are today. I probably wouldn't have predicted how we've turned out. I don't even know the people some of my friends have become.
I suppose that makes it interesting, that we're going to try to have dinner for the half-week or so that I'm back home. I'm trying to catch up with people through journals, but I know that I'm not very much in touch nowadays. I suppose that when I see them, I'll know. I hope we'll bring back the good memories and make some new ones. I hope that this time, maybe, we stay in touch so that we can see each other grow.
This heady reminiscence would not be complete without photos, so, naturally, those have gone up on my flickr account. I have photos that span from senior year of high school to now. If I wanted to, I suppose they could even go back further. In these "old" photos, I see myself three years back, and I see a girl who had no idea what the future held for her. I could never have imagined then what I would be like now, and I'm glad that I never could. The journey wouldn't have been as challenging, interesting, or enlightening, and I know there would always have been something I would have wanted to change. There will always be those nitpicky things about my past that I wish I could go back and fix ... but that's my past, after all.
I remember vaguely when that photo was taken. We slept over at my friend's house the night of prom, and we laid the dresses out on the bed because we didn't want to wrinkle them. The picture is actually a recreation, because someone slept in the bed. However, that photo holds good memories for me. I sometimes wonder how people from high school turned out, how much we've grown, changed, and morphed into the people we are today. I probably wouldn't have predicted how we've turned out. I don't even know the people some of my friends have become.
I suppose that makes it interesting, that we're going to try to have dinner for the half-week or so that I'm back home. I'm trying to catch up with people through journals, but I know that I'm not very much in touch nowadays. I suppose that when I see them, I'll know. I hope we'll bring back the good memories and make some new ones. I hope that this time, maybe, we stay in touch so that we can see each other grow.
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