Not Nostalgic

Tonight I found myself in an old high school. It was sort of abandoned at least partially and I remembered when I was in high school. And I didn’t feel nostalgic at all.

Don’t get me wrong: I had an amazing high school experience and my teachers were great but it was really exhausting and I wouldn’t want to go back, I’m out of breath just thinking about it. I remember that I never really missed high school but I use to miss my friends, until I made new ones… It’s like this thing that was such a huge part of my growth and developement and even my dreams and everything I describe as self, no longer had any bearing on who I am.

I’m not sure if that’s a good thing – like I said, it was a great and mainly positive experience that inspired me to be better and challenge everything – yet it must be freeing, right? I mean, if I am no longer tied to this rock in my past, does that not mean that I can run faster and fly higher… or something?

I think it’s great that I finally feel like an adult – I never believed that you simply just became an adult on your 18th birthday, after all wisdom is acquired by moments experienced not by candles blown out on a cake. And the world we live in is so hectic that we are ‘grown up’ a long time before we are legal… I just wanted this weird but potentially life changing or at least the beginning of a really cool ‘when grandma was younger’ story, recorded… you know, so that I can pin point it when I’m a hundred and four and my whole life actually makes sense…

Thanks for allowing me to bore you with this piece of history in the making

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