The Present
Sometimes I’m amazed at just how much I miss Carleton.
But would you really want to go back there, even if you could?
Time-machine style, with all my friends? Absolutely.
Now whitebread, you’re not remembering all the hard times and just cherrypicking…
No! Don’t you see? I’ve matured enough that if I could go back, any petty discontentment wouldn’t matter.
I’d appreciate all those friends for who they are, while I still had them, because I’d know those times wouldn’t last.
If I could just do it over again…
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