Memories are human's real currency. And lately, I’ve been feeling rich (and also kinda old??) because my little brother Kyle just graduated high school. HIGH SCHOOL. I remember changing his diapers, and now he’s a full-grown human heading to college. Make it make sense.
Between that and realizing it’s been ten years since we lost Papa, I’ve been thinking a lot about how memories shape us. Some moments stick forever, like late-night Frosty runs we used to do together before he went work. Other memories fade, and that’s the scary part.
Memories are basically the closest thing we have to time travel, and I don’t know about you, but I want to keep investing in the good ones. Speaking of which, I’m off to Olympia Lake with James and some friends, so I’ll check back in later. Hopefully with some new core memories worth keeping.
Okay, I gotta go before I get too sappy. Talk soon! Byeee!
