We will never be those kids again.
A good month or so back I broke my favourite cup, I had bought it when I first left for University in 2019. It was everything I liked. When it broke, I felt a sadness I never thought I'd feel for an object. But it wasn't the cup I was sad about. I was, and still am in mourning. Growing up is just a series of loss and gains, mourning and mourning. we mourn the past for what it was and what it held, and the future that we thought it would be in the present. I've spent more of this past 2 years mourning than I care to admit. I have had to first mourn the idea of what life was supposed to be after varsity, and who i was set to become. I've had to mourn when an opportunity didn't become what I thought it would be when I took the leap. And I've had to mourn friendships. I've suprisely also been mourning the innocence of falling in love as a teenager and the person I once was before 2023. I've done more grieving in these past 2 years than I've ever in my ...