Getting to visit my old college dorm was incredible. I'd feared that it'd make me feel melancholy, and indeed I felt a certain wistfulness when I stumbled across the pivotal points in my life, but my sadness was outweighed countless times by the recollection of all the fun times I'd had here. I stood before the room where I'd discovered Lewd and my talent for writing, the stairwell window where me and an old friend used to talk for hours on end, and even swung by my "little slice of summer", the southern study lounge where they kept the heat on full-blast.
It's my habit to wonder: Would these little landmarks guide other people through personal journeys? I can only imagine so. c:


