MINDSALAD
Just some good ol' brain vomit from a 23 y/o MBA-ing, pre-med U of T med student.
ASK ME ANYTHING. SERIOUSLY, DO IT.
220511. empty hearts.
Every so often, I get this pang of nostalgia. The yearning to lie in bed, next to T, just talking about a whole lot of nothing. Without a worry in the world, just watching the sun reach through the blinds.
I miss home. I miss my friends. I miss the people who fully understand everything that lies beneath the superficial version of me.
It’s funny. I always thought I was one to love change. To enjoy being challenged by the dynamic nature of a new environment. And I think for the most part I am. But every once so often, I miss my roots.
August can’t come fast enough.
