October

Frickin' October.

I know it's supposed to be all about scary stuff or whatever, so I guess it seems appropriate that my past chose October to come back and haunt me.

There's this cycle that seems to happen: you know people, people go away, you move on, people remind you that you know them, you have to figure out a way to balance that in your new life. Repeat.

There is an upside to all this. I'm reminded of who I was. I think back to that girl and where she was in her life. Would she be happy to see where she is now? Do I still feel the way she did back then? It's pleasant to be reminded that I'm still this same person, and it's never too late to revert to old ways of being.

Vague much?