Walking to class in a tank top, jean shorts, flip flops and a jansport backpack, sipping on a nonfat starbucks iced caramel macchiato with extra caramel. Tying my then long hair up in a ponytail halfway through my comp sci class hoping a little bit of breeze will come through and stir me awake. After 4 long hours class would finally come to an end and I would walk back across Aldrich Park to the Trader Joes. I had a love affair with Trader Joes for 4 years. My staples were pita bread, tzatziki and a bottle of Orangina. All put in a little brown paper bag I'd carry back to my apartment.
I'd come home, take a shower, spritz on Bath and Body Works Sweet Pea, and spend the rest of the afternoon doing whatever I felt like doing. Chatting with my roommate, watching re-runs of 90s television, working out, reading charlotte bronte, playing online scrabble with a boy I liked. In summary, being young and having no responsibility.
I don't really yearn for those days, I've come a long way since that apartment, but it's nice to be reminded of it every once in a while.
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