numbers and calendars are funny things. It is funny that Saturdays happen every week, and that February 2nd will happen every year. I would feel more comfortable if every single day had a different name, not measured by numbers and cycles. This weekend is that weekend from last year. And Monday is February 2nd. One year ago, 22 Lexapro.
I really do feel like a different person. Sometimes it does even feel like last year never happened. I wish some people who knew me then could know me know. There are people I wish I could have gotten to know better but I wasn't in the right state of mind to do so. I am lucky for the people who were around before, during and still today and I wonder about the people I will meet in the future who will be important enough that they need to know about the past.
On a less deep analytical train of thought. This first week of the semester was pretty kick-ass. I'm excited. I'm motivated.
and a random thought: I have a bunch of photographs taped to my wall and all but one are curling. They are on the same photo paper and are on the wall with the same amount of tape. Odd.
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It's hard to believe that a year has passed already, and that everything has changed so much in such a brief period. Now you have my brain running again...
This year, we need to spend more time together. I know we say that every semester, but even just working on our own stuff in the same room would be nice, since neither of us are big talkers.
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