Every day I drive by my
old house because it’s in my neighborhood, but yesterday it got me thinking to
myself, “I wish I could go back there, things were much easier back then”, but
when I think about it that’s not really true.
I think when we’re feeling
down we like to go back and think that things were easier “back then”, but
really we had shit going on then too. Living in that house, sure we had great
parties and we were so young, but we had our fair share of hardship too. The
more I thought about it I remembered countless cry fests over “boyfriends”,
fights with my roommate (we would write each other letters cause we couldn't stand each other. Thankfully we’re best friends now) and even some fist a cuffs
with my sissy (yeah those still happen). If nothing else rent was only $300 and
I could function on little to no sleep. Boy how the time has changed me.
