9.10.10

Sometimes I take mental snapshots of my life and imagine what I’d think if I saw them from the past. What the me from three years ago would say if someone handed her a picture of me, right now, standing on this bridge overlooking the Chicago River. Aside from having longer hair and a noticeably smaller percentage of fat on my ass, she probably wouldn’t say much. I mean, what could she? For all she knows, I’m still feeling the same things she’s feeling, I’m still doing the same things she’s doing, and I’m just visiting whatever place I’m seeing. This always makes me smile. Despite any homesickness or nostalgia for whatever changed between then and now, doing this gives me the strangest sense of accomplishment. Because little does she know, everything is about to change.