Summer in November.

“Toby Darling and the insights on life.”  – Damarius describes my website as this.  Honestly, I don’t know if this is perfect or if its just something I want to believe.

I have a little more than a week left in Chattanooga.  It went by insanely fast, yet I feel like I’ve been here for a year.  I’ve made tons of friends and memories my first semester in college.  It’s weird knowing I’m halfway done.  When I go back home next month it’ll be strange… I will be there for a month before I go back.  The most I’ve spent back since I left was a couple days.  It’ll feel like summer break.

I’ll be working again when I go back, and I can’t wait to be back at Kohana and also making money again.  It’s felt like a long time since I’ve been there, and I can’t wait to be working with my friends again.  I just hope I remember how to do my job, haha.  I also hope I will have gotten my raise.

For the past few weeks…no… months, hell… years!  I’ve felt like time just goes by too fast.  I remember everything I did senior year.  I remember where I was now exactly one year ago.  I remember it all like it was yesterday.  I hold all these memories in my heart.  I hold all these days in the archive of my life.  Last year.  Last summer.  Last week.   As the moments I love the most begin to fade,  I begin to grow weary.  Because it’s the moments that make me who I am today.  And it’s the moments that have changed me for the better or even possibly for the worst.  But I regret nothing I did last year or last summer.  If I could have it all back, you’d know I’d do it again.  You know I want it back.  The memories.  The moments.  The laughs and the smiles.  I miss it.

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