Last night, a conversation with someone very dear to me brought to my attention several attributes of my life worth noting. The first, I have changed quite a bit in the last year or so. The second, everything around me has changed quite a bit in the last year or so. The third, at the weathered and seasoned age of 21, I find myself reminiscing about the "good old days," wondering about old friends, and wondering what life would be like if change had never entered the picture. This can't be it, right? I mean, the "good old days", they haven't ended. Some of them haven't even begun.
So why do I find myself wanting to walk backwards?
