It's weird how nostalgia will blindside you at 2 a.m.
In no particular order, I miss:
- Spending three hours at the library, just looking around and realizing I could read all of these books if I really wanted to.
- Smoking at the playground at three a.m. when I'm done writing a paper.
- Walking Bear to Shopper's Drugmart because I'm so homesick that I'm going to cry.
- The Summer of (Theatre) Love.
- Singles from my youth
- Bad-ass 3 a.m. talks on Kansas highways
- Wanting nothing more than to publish the definitive book on Slasher films.
- Writing all the time.
- Reading all the time.
- Tasting molasses for the first time.
- Rafting down a BC river.
- Closing my airplane window because I have the window seat and I can.
- Hiding out in a tent in my backyard for a week at a time.
- Breaking hearts in June.
Summer is in the air and it's almost time for a great summer romance.
Friday is the new Monday, so have a song.
