it's official. i now live downtown. it may just be the downtown of a depressing industrial town, but at least i'm now near the train station, all the shops, and all the bars.
as i was unpacking i opened up an old journal from my freshman year of college. it was so weird looking back at my 19 year old self. i forgot how angsty, horny, and mormon (no offense) i was. at that time, i really thought i knew what love was, and i believed that some people were meant to be together. i also apparently used to hate my dad (2004 was a tough year for our relationship).
that was me 8 years ago. still, it didn't feel as though i was reading about myself. it felt like some entirely different person. nevermind a different chapter in the book of my life—that had to be a different book altogether.
maybe it's not that weird. i wasn't out as trans back then, and as a mormon my outlook on life was radically different. 8 game-changing years.
anyone had a similar experience? how have you felt when you picked up your old journal?
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