Is there anything more nostalgic than driving the streets of your hometown? Every intersection is a memory. Every first date spot. The McDonald’s parking lot of your first breakup. You know every street by heart. And your heart knows every person you drove on them with.
I was listening to John Mayer’s, Born and Raise, album yesterday. “One of these days I’ll be born and raised. And it’s such a waste to grow up lonely.” I think he copied those lines from your brain. We certainly aren’t getting younger.
So yes, I often think of the place I was born and raised. So many of those people are gone now. And I miss them terribly. It’s hard knowing there are people straight up living their lives just without you in it. Of course… I wonder if they think the same about me.
Ah! I gasped.
Is there anything more nostalgic than driving the streets of your hometown? Every intersection is a memory. Every first date spot. The McDonald’s parking lot of your first breakup. You know every street by heart. And your heart knows every person you drove on them with.
I was listening to John Mayer’s, Born and Raise, album yesterday. “One of these days I’ll be born and raised. And it’s such a waste to grow up lonely.” I think he copied those lines from your brain. We certainly aren’t getting younger.
So yes, I often think of the place I was born and raised. So many of those people are gone now. And I miss them terribly. It’s hard knowing there are people straight up living their lives just without you in it. Of course… I wonder if they think the same about me.
Keep wiggling💚