It’s weird when you miss something that you didn’t like to begin with. I still don’t like some of the things that I miss. I’ve had a day all about the future but I keep thinking about the past. Maybe it’s because I’m heading to Seattle soon, and even though it’s only for a few days I’m still really nervous. My biggest fear is that I’ll just wake up one day and be back where I was a few years ago, but at the same time I miss my old house and everything. I wish so desperately that I could jump ahead in time and rebuild the parts of my past that I loved with the combination of my achievements since then forming an entirely perfect universe for myself. Knowing that I can’t do that is frustrating but it’s also what keeps me motivated. I can’t decide if I was born too early or too late.