Old paths are calming
But they may make you late for dinner. XO.
Instead of taking my usual bus (which was packed 10 people per square meter anyways) I went with Brit. We're both of an insane, giddy type, and ever since we were on the curling team together she's an absolute blast to hang out with. Anyways, after about 15 minutes of semi-intellectual, semi-perverted conversation, I got off and had to wait about another 15 minutes for a bus to come that I could take home. It was very cold, by the way. Mind-numbingly so.
You can tell I haven't written in a while.
Anyways, long story short, took the route I used to back in Jr. High, last year. Even though there were few vivid memories along that path, there was an odd familiarity about it that made the entire trip vaguely soothing. I don't really get that often, so at the least it was a calming experience.
Instead of taking my usual bus (which was packed 10 people per square meter anyways) I went with Brit. We're both of an insane, giddy type, and ever since we were on the curling team together she's an absolute blast to hang out with. Anyways, after about 15 minutes of semi-intellectual, semi-perverted conversation, I got off and had to wait about another 15 minutes for a bus to come that I could take home. It was very cold, by the way. Mind-numbingly so.
You can tell I haven't written in a while.
Anyways, long story short, took the route I used to back in Jr. High, last year. Even though there were few vivid memories along that path, there was an odd familiarity about it that made the entire trip vaguely soothing. I don't really get that often, so at the least it was a calming experience.