• Diary

    The Westholm, Nevermore

    Visiting my mom in Upstate New York always brings a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of the simplicity and innocence of childhood. Today was no different. As I drove through the familiar streets of where I used to live, the memories came flooding back, each one a vivid snapshot of a life that once was. My visit to mom was brief yet heartwarming. We chatted about everything and nothing, sipping soda in her living room, surrounded by the comforting smells of home. But amidst our conversations, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of transience. Nothing ever stays the same, I thought. I was born, and one day I’ll die. The…

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    Diary

    Memories Of The 1990’s

    This morning, memories of the 1990’s unfolded before me as I let my mind wander back to those golden years. There’s a comfort in nostalgia, a gentle reminder that amidst the evolving moments of our lives, some remain etched in of our hearts, untouched and evergreen. Lately, as the brisk September wind dances through the leaves, I find myself enveloped in a warm embrace of yesteryears, a tender reunion with the moments that sculpted me into the woman I am today. I cast my memory back to the unforgettable summer of 1996—a time of blooming discoveries and the sweet taste of freedom. That summer held the magical paradox of youthful…

  • Writing

    Chasing Cars

    Last night I dreamed a dream, which was more of a flashback to an earlier time in my life.  In the dream, I was reliving the summer of 1996 when I was age 16.  In the dream, I remember falling in love for the very first time; my first kiss, my very first girlfriend.  At the time, I thought I knew what love was, but looking back on it, I was clearly mistaken.  In the summer of 1996, I had a summer job as kitchen staff along with a small group of my closest friends.  It was the summer that I met Allegra. All summer long, I enjoyed the sweet…