When I cleaned up my room. As in really cleaned it. Every nook
and cranny. Every piece lying around. I cleared at least 6 bags.
Books, papers, letters, receipts, photos, pamphlets, namecards,
anything, everything. You name it.
Everything became nostalgic. I'd take a few moments to stop and
think back. Remembering the good (or bad) ol' days. I'm still kinda
young now... But to think so much has happened in the past few
years or more... It's kinda interesting, you learn, you change.
