So it’s this weekend that I’ll be moving away from home permanently, and next week I’m getting married. It seems like as the time approaches I’m nostalgically regressing through my childhood. I stopped by the high school one night and walked around. I drove down the roads I used to take riding my bike into town. I drove through Penfield and went by where we used to meet for Bible study and by where my first (and I would say only) obsessive crush lived.

This is the park where we used to skip study hall and hang out, here’s the music store where Eric and Dan would shamelessly try out every instrument.

Tonight I went to Wegman’s to get ingredients to make cookies, and I picked up some gummi bears from the bulk section like I used to for “splurge day.” In the checkout I saw my old friends Michelle and Mia. It was good to see them, we talked about what everyone’s doing, but it felt awkward. I feel awkward talking to lots of people though, so I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. It seems like there are lots of times where it would be appropriate to hug, but I can never tell when. I didn’t hug them.