I came back here to track down something I’d halfway forgotten, and I can’t believe how much of this version of myself I can only sort of remember. It feels like walking into a house you used to live in, but the wallpaper’s changed. There are new photos on the walls. Someone haphazardly bricked up the fireplace. I could stretch the metaphor totally fucking threadbare, but I’ll leave it at that.
I am careening through the last year of my 20s and feeling very tenderly about all of the mes I’ve been. What a strange, strange life this is.
