Journal Entry November 23, 2015
As usual, the first day of the month has caught me by surprise. I distinctively remember the 1st of August and wondering where July went. I suppose it went into scorching hot mornings, and late summer evenings drinking white wine, and playing board games with the boys, and scampering about unknown cities. (more…)
Gastown reminds me of Europe because of its cobble stone roads, brick buildings, and pretty alley ways. I know it isn’t Europe but I sometimes like to pretend that it is. As I walked through it one time, I started thinking about why I sometimes prefer old things to new things. (more…)
Today is a sad day for me because it is the last day I will ever able to say that I am 21. I had 365 days and now they’re over and done with, and never coming back. For some reason, when I think about it that way, it makes me incredibly sad and wistful and leaves me wishing that I could go back and get those 365 days back. (more…)
It’s very strange looking through old photographs because they make me feel both happy and sad at the same time. But now I mostly just feel sad. Maybe because I was so happy back then. Does that make sense? It’s kind of ironic that happy memories are the ones that make you the most sad. (more…)
Things I Learned Growing Up 