I've been feeling nostalgic lately. I'm trying to remember the names and faces of everyone I have ever met. Some of the names and faces come easily, while others require some deep, intellectual thought.
I've been thinking about the time I spent in Germany. I was 17 years old, emotionally scarred and scared shitless about what life events would transpire back at home while I was away. Turns out it didn't matter what happened at home, because there was always something going on in my present-day life.
Unfortunately, I didn't come to this realization until just recently. I've always outwardly not given a shit about how people judge me, but deep inside the fluffy cream filling that is my heart, it was hard to let go of that. Why? Maybe I'll never know.
Anyway, being as nostalgic as I am right now, I went and found my old journal from when I lived in Mettmann, Deutschland. I just glanced through it, and landed on this piece, specifically, the last two paragraphs. It hit home. Funny thing is, I was married 6 years later. Strange.
Things feel out of sorts right now, but there is always something going on in present-day life that needs your attention. I am glad I am not obsessing over missing out on all the greatness that is Minnesota these days. I just wish I had someone to talk to.
I've been thinking about the time I spent in Germany. I was 17 years old, emotionally scarred and scared shitless about what life events would transpire back at home while I was away. Turns out it didn't matter what happened at home, because there was always something going on in my present-day life.
Unfortunately, I didn't come to this realization until just recently. I've always outwardly not given a shit about how people judge me, but deep inside the fluffy cream filling that is my heart, it was hard to let go of that. Why? Maybe I'll never know.
Anyway, being as nostalgic as I am right now, I went and found my old journal from when I lived in Mettmann, Deutschland. I just glanced through it, and landed on this piece, specifically, the last two paragraphs. It hit home. Funny thing is, I was married 6 years later. Strange.
Things feel out of sorts right now, but there is always something going on in present-day life that needs your attention. I am glad I am not obsessing over missing out on all the greatness that is Minnesota these days. I just wish I had someone to talk to.