Nostalgia

Everywhere I looked I saw us. I saw us in everything. I drove the same routes and streets that we used to, just out of habit. Past our old apartment building, and restaurants we enjoyed together. I felt like a ghost wandering through a graveyard of
memories, places that still exist, yet we don’t. … More Nostalgia

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The Existential Crisis Rages On

As I struggle to leave behind old habits wherein I pressure myself with unnecessary timelines and life goals, I cannot help but feel an impending doom, as though whatever decision I make, post Italy, will have some sort of irreversible, life altering effect. … More The Existential Crisis Rages On