look what we've become
So I did a shameless walk of shame this morning- from college town to my cute little house in yuppie/hippie ville. I say shameless because I just crashed at a friends house and didn't have a hangover (which is a bit surprising considering the hidden flask of jim beam that I brought to karaoke), but I was wearing pretty uncomfortable shoes.
The walk was a bit surreal because it's been a long time since I lived on that side of town. But when I first moved here I lived over there for a few years. So every place I passed brought back a lot of memories. This town is the first place I ever chose to live in as an adult and right now, as I head north in a few days, the weight of that choice is really making itself known. I love it here and I feel really fond of a lot of people and places. But I also sort of hurt when I am confronted with memories I would rather forget, simply by walking by the place where they happened.
When I left for college I told myself that it was time for a new start and a chance to be a new person. And in a lot of ways I left some of my high school insecurities behind. but you can only change so much. now that I'm moving I'd like to give myself another chance to really do something with my life, but I'm worried that my lack of ambition and predilection for binge drinking will leave me in the same, stunted place I've been since graduation. I mean I'm almost 25 years old and what do I have to show for it? where's my big epiphany?
Oh well, like Serena says in Gossip Girl it's nothing a good exfoliation won't fix. or something.
The walk was a bit surreal because it's been a long time since I lived on that side of town. But when I first moved here I lived over there for a few years. So every place I passed brought back a lot of memories. This town is the first place I ever chose to live in as an adult and right now, as I head north in a few days, the weight of that choice is really making itself known. I love it here and I feel really fond of a lot of people and places. But I also sort of hurt when I am confronted with memories I would rather forget, simply by walking by the place where they happened.
When I left for college I told myself that it was time for a new start and a chance to be a new person. And in a lot of ways I left some of my high school insecurities behind. but you can only change so much. now that I'm moving I'd like to give myself another chance to really do something with my life, but I'm worried that my lack of ambition and predilection for binge drinking will leave me in the same, stunted place I've been since graduation. I mean I'm almost 25 years old and what do I have to show for it? where's my big epiphany?
Oh well, like Serena says in Gossip Girl it's nothing a good exfoliation won't fix. or something.