I was sorting out old diaries the other day, ones from when I was in Ireland. This is what constituted a good night when living in a hostel:
"I sat with Dave the Australian and Robbie Williams - whose real name I never did find out - until 4.20am when I went to bed. When the other two guys came up, there was no snoring and in the morning, we weren't woken by people, asking if we'd shit on the bathroom floor."
That was written on 9 December 2007. My life was so different back then. In ways that I crave (and ways that I don't - living in a hostel was fun but also involved being woken up to ask if anyone had shit on the bathroom floor). And it's sad because I don't think I can ever be that person again.
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that's kind of like how i crave the fun/crazy/social lifestyle i had in college. except i do think i could be that person again and i'm feeling way more like that truer version of me now that i'm single :-)
Yeah there are moments I feel the same way. Then I realize all I have learned and how I've grown since I was that person way back when and as I'm pretty, okay very, content with where I'm at I'm thankful to that person I was for getting me here.
I know how you feel. My husband commented the other night that the reason I don't officially "wake up" until 8 pm could be connected to my past life as a club kid.
I miss how I felt back then. Yet I know I am past that moment in my life. Growing up is strange.
What? What shit on the floor?!
Sigh. I miss being a kid. Growing old blows balls.
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