The Good Old Days

Sometimes I miss my old life!

Just got an email from one of my former Honors kids and I was remembering all of the time I put into my Honors club. That club was my baby for three years! I was president for two of those years, and it was one of a few things I've done where I've gotten to throw my energy into being positive and attempting to motivate others. I'm not sure if I was any good at it, but I miss those days.

(Although, I was digging through my old files and good grief was I disorganized. I mean not that bad, really, for a college student. But that kind of organization would NOT fly in my current life.)

Earlier today I was driving past downtown Boston. When I looked up at the skyline, I was expecting for half a second to see San Francisco in front of me. Some days I miss that place. I will always think of it as my original city.

A couple weeks ago I was craving a bonfire on Avila Beach.

And there are certain days when I would like to go back to being 18. For the first couple months of college I didn't know many people yet, so I would spend almost every afternoon staring in fascination at the hills and the unpolluted blue sky from my secret lunch spot. I loved doing that.

I usually don't think the past, but on the occasion that I do, it's sad to know that I can't go back. There were a lot of nice things about my former life.

However, my grown up life is pretty cool, too. I get to make all my own decisions, and to stay out as late as I want (okay, I could do that in college too, but now there is no one around to judge me just in case I come at 11 am in yesterday's clothes), and to keep working on making life even better than before. Annndd I get to hang out in Boston. (Sorry, San Francisco, but Boston and I are actually very happy together.) I have a feeling that someday I will miss this, too.