i love when seasons change.
there is always that one specific day that you walk outside and it hits you.
today was that day. and i'm so nostalgic. i can't pinpoint what exactly i feel reminiscent about,
but i can just smell and feel it. this pleasant, yet mysterious, nostalgia has helped me embrace this atrocious thing called snow that i swear we saw just a few months ago.
what's even more elusive is the feeling that something is going to change in my life.
and guess what? i really hate change. but it sorta feels right.
all i do know is that i'm going to get a real bad case of anxiety if something doesn't become more concise. cause this ambiguous, carefree thing is just not doin' it for me.