i bit into my overnight oats the other day and was catapulted back to the fall of my senior year of college.
if i had closed my eyes, i would’ve found myself in my Chicago sunroom, waiting for Hailey to finish making her pesto eggs.
i felt overwhelming nostalgia and a general sense that (oh!) things do turn out ok.
it was awesome.
i felt like the critic from ratatouille.
i think i like the taste of the peach yerba mate so much because it reminds me of my peach ice puff bar from 9th grade. the cycle repeats. i can't drink the mint ones anymore, i've exhausted that taste. i miss home as much as ever. i feel very sentimental at this time of day (6:30ish,,, sunset). the light reminds me of home. it reminds me of you.
looking back on this is comedic in a sense haha! anyways .
Some of us are getting old, and it’s time to revisit our past lives (our childhood/youth). I’ve had so much fun listening to old warped tour bands and seeing who held up and who didn’t (spoiler: underoath and Norma Jean still rock). Make your favorite childhood meal. Go watch your favorite childhood show on YouTube. remember your youth and enjoy how far you’ve come.
even if shit continues to hit the fan, pretty much everyone ends up exactly where they’re supposed to be. you will find a place to live, a job, a lover, friends, etc. just keep going and it will be ok.