1/1/2020
Feels weird to be back here again. And yet, there's something oddly comforting about it, like I'm coming home to a house I moved out of long ago, but all my memories are still here, just where I left them. Parts of my life that I carry with me but have kind of forgotten. And looking through my old posts, both published and unpublished, is like looking through one of those toy cameras, where you can flip through photo on film, briefly reliving the snapshots I took over the past nine years. I felt like I stumbled upon a treasure trove, a rediscovering of things I had once lost. I felt like I was temporarily transported to a time when I was more, naive and outspoken, so willing to share my life and be read like an open book. (Sure, I didn't share every single thought I had, and maybe there were some thoughts I shouldn't have shared lmao, but I'm grateful to myself for chronicling parts of my life that I cherished and thought were worth sharing.) And I guess that...