Revived Part I

I wrote this morning, for the first time in English the whole semester. It felt very liberating. I haven't even written many notes on facebook, and I've abandoned my precious blog site completely too. You never know what you have until it's gone. And sometimes you never realize what you love until you find it again. That's kind of a motif in my life this week. I've rediscovered a few different kinds of old loves. The sun even came out this week, I liked that too. This morning I even walked on a section of sidewalk that I haven't seen since my freshman year. That was a little nostalgic for me, but it was very different this time. Last time I walked there, I was walking south, away from home, and at dusk. This morning I walked on it going south, towards home, around noon. And the first time I walked there, I had no idea where it led. This morning, I knew exactly where it was, naturally, since I'd been there before. One thing consistent in both occasions is that I was alone both times. It's wierd how many memories come flooding back though, even after so long. Some people say that smells take you back in time more than any other physical sense, but I don't remember how it smelled back then, probably like the rest of Provo. But I definitely went back in time a little bit today. In summary, that is one of the things that I have rediscovered. I didn't mean for that to get so long. This whole week has been a week of old memories though, it's not just the sidewalk thing. And I hope no one thinks I'm crazy for writing about a stinking sidwalk too, that's not the point.