NOTE TO SELF: Coming back home is always interesting and conflicting. I laugh, I cry, I feel joy and disappointment. I become sorrowful, then hopeful and confused, and finally content. Moving to New York and embracing a *new* segment of my current life has only informed the generative past life that has produced me...Is my present *new* life only a false pretense to rearrange my past life in an attempt to recreate old memories with hopes of making better decisions because I cling to an ideal of what my life should look like?
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 19:12:14 +0000
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