Apr 06, 2011 22:43
I've spent the last week of my life living in dental hell, it figure too. There's something magical about my birthday, something about that draws misery to it, I cannot describe it, the way it just saps every last ounce of strength out of me.
I can't help but thinking about the past right now, I miss being 19, 20, 21.... there was just something about those years that seemed ideal to me. I can't really remember what I did for my birthday during those years, I'm sure I could dig through the archives of this little pit to find the ins and outs of time gone past, but I doubt I would find anything truly interesting.
I also miss Thunder Bay... Windsor is not a very nice city, in pretty much every respect of the word. Visually, there is little here, especially as a photographer I find myself limited, then again that may simply just be lack of exploration. Having lost access to a car getting around to interesting places is not quite so easy. I wish I could just go and explore though, I miss walking though the night, I miss exploring life... I miss cigarettes.
26... hmm?
I hope this birthday brings something interesting my way.