i like to think about the time before my life was familiar to me. remember when the tiles of this hallway had never seen my footsteps? remember when the buttons of this elevator had never felt my fingertips? remember when the music that filled this hall had never been made by me? my memory of the flags in the windows and the trees breaking up the pavement in the parking lot and the glass doors made of piano keys it never meant anything then. i only thought i understood what i was seeing when i thought iād never see it again. the painting in front of me has changed me as much as i changed it. just think if i saw the same things a year ago as what iām seeing today and nothing seems the same how different will everything be tomorrow?
my college campus. i think back to when i arrived here years ago when i didn't know this is where i would end up and realize that i passed by so many buildings that would become so important to me. my mom and i got lost once right next to what would become my dorm building. i wish i could blow the mind of my younger self, approach him and say "hey, guess what? that place right there? it'll be your home one day. you'll ******* love it. you're gonna be fine, kid."