On Re-Read

For the first time since I wrote it, I reread the short story I did for my senior English seminar in college. It almost made me cry. Not because the writing was so good, and thankfully not because the writing was so bad. That story is a snapshot of the way I thought about myself and life back then. Even with my whole life online, I still can’t tag a state of mind. The strange distance and closeness between the person who wrote that story three years ago and who I am now got to me. I wonder what I’ll think of myself now in 2011. Hopefully good things.