Whenever I come home and lay in my room, I'm surrounded by pictures and memories of my past. Definitely some good memories, bad memories, but also good memories that have turned bittersweet. Some days I'll come home and I'll absolutely dread being in my room because these are fragments that I don't want to remember. I'll tell myself, I'm a different person and I don't want to be surrounded by all of this.
But this time I decided that I was tired of feeling this way.
I deserve a fresh new environment. This is not me being resentful. Instead, I'm feeling optimistic. I'm ready to put away old pictures and trinkets, and it's time to frame and display new ones.
So now I'm on my way to reorganizing my room here in Salinas, woo!
So now I'm on my way to reorganizing my room here in Salinas, woo!
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In the midst of cleaning and organizing, I found my baby albums. I feel like I've looked through them about a hundred times, but every time I do, it makes me feel happy. It makes me feel happy because although I've grown and matured so much, at the same time there's a lot of my weird chubby childhood self that still breathes within me. Here's a few more adorable pictures to share (I left out my awkward stage pictures):
