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Man, wow. I went for a bike ride the other day, and I ended up in my old neighborhood. I hung around, biking up and down the streets, back and forth, and spent a few minutes in front of my old house staring. Even now just writing this I'm getting a little choked up. I just sat there remembering. I spent my whole life there, 16 years. All the important formative stuff in my life happened when I lived there. I still feel troubled, I don't know why. I miss it, I get all stressed when I think about it, depressed. Every, every, every, every single dream I have where I'm "at home," its in my old house. I think I've had one or two dreams in the past two years where I've been at this house. And I have alot of dreams, I remember my dreams probably 4 out of 5 nights. And I just got to thinking... what if I moved back? Would things pick up right where they left off? Would I still know my way around that tiny place comfortably? How different would my life be?
It's so weird too... Ali and I had only been dating for like a month or so when I moved, so pretty much all of my memories of Ali happened while I lived here, its like my life was completely perfectly split between before stuff and having Ali. Weird...
It's so weird too... Ali and I had only been dating for like a month or so when I moved, so pretty much all of my memories of Ali happened while I lived here, its like my life was completely perfectly split between before stuff and having Ali. Weird...