human. normal.

I accidentally went to Charleston. I had to drive. I just had to. I used my time to wrap a warm blanket of memories around me. This is where I would normally go into a listing of fond memories, but I'm tired of that.

The memories are nice, but they are meaningless in their detail. The important part is the feeling they invoke in me.

Can I focus on the good more than the bad? Have I so rewritten my past that I will only have bitterness toward this place? Will Charleston always be a place I loathe coming back to? Maybe 3x.

However, coming here and feeling the warmth of those memories and then waking up to a cool blanket of snow makes me feel human. normal. That may not be the loftiest of goals, but I'm trying.