My ex’s bday was the other day. I wouldn’t have remembered it if not for a Gdrive of photos that was sent to me. Not friends nor enemies, but we haven’t spoken for over a year now.

I must say, it’s strange looking at me from another person’s lens.

A thread of photos +++

I take lots of photos (mostly unpublished) of the people that matter to me. So it’s kind of amazing & unsettling that someone else who I shared so much with has done the same.

Odd feels at almost 6 in the morning. No rekindling of some sort, but nostalgia, yes.

Memories of the past always has that ‘something’ no? In a way, I’m quite happy to have received this bc these were great memories, most of them still vivid in my head. But also because I got to reflect & know that there are no baggages within me & I am where I’m supposed to be.https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="❤️" title="Rotes Herz" aria-label="Emoji: Rotes Herz">

If anything, these memories remind me just how much I miss traveling: the endless decisions on a daily basis, the uncertainty & excitement of another day of ‘adventures’ which could be as mundane as grocery shopping but I enjoy very much! All the foreign vs the relatable things +

+ all the quirks u didn’t know u had.

But. It’s also strange to be looking at these photos because I still remember, & it brings me to what & how I felt during those days of exhilaration from a year ago. And no matter how familiar it is, i feel like a stranger in my own memoir.

Ahhhhh, at the end of it all, thank you for these photos and memories. You won’t read this, but this gave me more certainty about the present and my choices, and how like everybody else, I’m totally just winging the future — no matter what that may be.

Happy birthday, M.https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="❤️" title="Rotes Herz" aria-label="Emoji: Rotes Herz">