Tonight, I’m catapulted back in time. I think of memories I have not thought about in ages. And I cry. A fond memory of going to an art and school supply shop called “The Learning Center” floods every crevice of my mind. I remember being young, a child. I recall walking through the aisles and sections they had set up. I remember those rotating stands. I asked my parents if I could have this small package of gingerbread-men-and-women-like paper cutouts. They were packaged in a small plastic slip, folded over, and enclosed by that thin cardboard and stapled. I have never cried so hard at such a seemingly insignificant memory. But tonight I do.
Present day me has been digging my nails in the ground in attempt to go back in time… to simpler times. I miss those easy days. I miss not worrying. I miss enjoying life. I feel like I’m stuck in a deep, deep hole… But instead of making my way up, I am only widening it, which adds more room to adapt and become somewhat comfortable. But I am still stuck.