For those of you always working for the weekend.
Last week I wrote about a negative story about revisiting the past. It was about looking back on something that I wasn’t fond of, but ultimately though might’ve made me a better person. Today I’m also going to write about revisiting the past again, but about revisiting a happy time. I’m going to be writing
The ending of March is always bittersweet. On one hand it’s my favorite month: St. Patrick’s Day, parade season, the Easter break (this year at least), and my birthday. On the other hand, I ate too much, drank too much, slept too little (I know, first-world, self induced problems–you don’t feel sorry for me) and am now
