days past

Hello,

Quick update. I am heading to Canada in about 3 months for student exchange. That is about all that has happened in my life in the past year. More on that later.

Lately I've been thinking about days past, because my sister and I have been watching the old movies we used to watch as kids. We've started trying to find those cheesy songs we listened in Dad's car on the tape deck.

In my head, they were these epic songs of the golden age of music- never to be recaptured in following years. I had this vision of myself gleefully singing along,very much like those dickheads on 'Glee'. Eyes would be scrunched, one hand in the air (why do people do this?) and I would exhaust the play button on Itunes. In reality, they are pieces of pop fluff, as derivative as a frat boy serenading his girlfriend with an acoustic version of 'Everlong'. I am reminded that my parents have terrible taste in music.

That is the textbook example of nostalgia. I am disappointed that the tunes did not meet my somewhat inflated expectations. But I want to keep on remembering.

My sister and I are somewhat on the same wavelength. It's annoying at times because I feel like, with my two years advance on her in this god forsaken place, I should be vibrating at a slightly more senior frequency. But in all other respects, it's comforting to be able to talk to her and say something like "You know when that happens, and you feel that thing in your head and you say something like...you know what I mean?", to receive a simple nod from her, not even looking up from her laptop, completely understanding a completely incomprehensible ramble from me. She will then proceed to give me some stupid advice. But the understanding is pretty neat.

Well one thing we share in common is this unnerving feeling that our memories are floating away from us. I don't really remember much that happens in my life and my childhood is now a blur. So here comes the double edged sword of having a sister who's abnormally in tune with you. She is supposed to be my backup, my memory chip so to speak. If my memory slips, she is supposed to step in and fill in the blanks. So now we have both lost our childhoods. We were never really born, or we were born really mature and shot straight through to puberty.

So I am on a hunt for my favourite childhood memories. I can't come up with any as of now, but I will share some more recent ones.

1. When I accidentally stepped on my sister, we stared at each other for about 5 seconds. When I was about to apologize, she slapped me across the face, because it really hurt and she did not know how to act. We laughed for about 5 minutes afterwards.

2. I talked to a guy who prefaced everything with "I'm not gonna lie". "I'm not gonna lie, but I'm pretty wealthy" was a particularly charming exchange. I did not think I gave any indication that I thought he was prone to lying, but I definitely thought so post conversation/strange car ride.

3. My favourite memories are just the really good conversations I've had with my friends or with my sister. But today my brother surprised me and came into my room to wake me up. I told him that I had a dream that I transferred the wrong amount of money to someone, and he excitedly replied "Me?!?". He can be really adorable at times. Other times he is a smirking, somewhat sexist drip. But some times he really makes me smile. Like the time he dragged me out of uni to serve as his walking coat hanger during a Herringbone sale.

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