November 18, 2020
I'm rattling off these memories because unlike my 20s, which I can revisit via blog posts, there's no definite way I can remember for sure what happened. That's an exaggeration, okay. There are photos, but there are no written accounts. Oh wait the journals! But you get the drift, no Internet "receipts," no ghastly daily retelling of all the mundane things that happened. What a shame. Kidding. I'm glad it's how it is. Some memories are enough where they are. They don't need to surface every year. We don't need to be reminded that something happened this time years ago.