Faded Memories
February 24, 2023
Sometimes I feel like I am living a fake life. When I hear the birds and feel the clear, spring air, when I wake up in my room and open the blinds to let the bright light in, I am brought back to a weekend morning filled with chores to clean the house for mom’s guests. For a baby shower, for a get together, for whatever her gift of hosting entails. I smell the air, feel the light and cleanliness, and I feel out of my reality, here in my room, in a classroom, simply on campus. There’s a mix of nostalgia and question, but it’s good. A light feeling, a distant memory that has just recently resurfaced my mind.
