hehe. TPS remembers me. the comments on this article about me just made my night.
(yea I hacked my dear bro’s account to be able to see them. apologies, but if you aren’t a TPS student, you won’t be able to see the comments. Unless you ask my bro to let you hack his account too. good luck with that.)
Well. Gosh. Today has been filled with many homesick feelings of missing-my-beautiful-old-dance-studio-and-my-dear-bestest-old-teachers, missing-my-home, missing-my-friends, missing-the-TPS-days-and-all-the-good-that-went-with-them, and…generally…missing things.
It’s nice that I can go home when I finish here at school. But you know, I can never really go back.
Hey, my TPS readers? I miss y’all bunches. Seriously. I love you guys.
I spent a while today looking at the website and blog of my old dance studio, and just spent several minutes on the forums (because I borrowed Luke’s account to see the comments on the article, and well…yea, that happened. If you saw lgoodling online at around 10:30pm Thursday night, that was me). Seeing so many new faces (both literally in pictures of my dance studio and figuratively in posts on the forums) in such dear old familiar places is just weird. It’s kind of depressing, actually. Places where I used to feel so at home now seem slightly alienating because I no longer belong in them.
You know…I miss my old life. Not saying life now isn’t good – it’s beautiful. But…I miss my old life. Because it was beautiful too. And now that I’ve moved on I really can’t go back. And that’s sad.
And when I graduate from college (because yes, I’m already thinking that far ahead. Another year and a bit-over-a-half isn’t enough time…ever), it’s going to be the same thing again.
I guess this is where we get the idea of living every moment to its fullest, huh? Because as soon as that clock moves on, it’s gone.
Memories just aren’t the same.
(sorry. totally set out to write a happy post. apparently you get nostalgia instead. deal. \m/)