Everybody Knows...

I'm back in Kingston, being overwhelmed by memories. This was the table where I had that great meal with 8 friends. That was where I first went to learn how to sign up for courses on QCard. This was my favourite study spot. That was where I had a picnic last summer. This is the house of that weird "Canadian Action" political candidate. That's the place where my desk and computer used to sit. This is where my life used to be.

Some of my memories are significant, and some are just stupid. But they're all there, on top of each other, demanding my attention.

I guess this is what nostalgia feels like.