While I was reading a few friends’ blogs, I found a common theme from their recent posts: they missed their UCI college years.
I tried to look back to my own, too. But I could not find what they saw in mine. I saw myself falling, getting up, growing up, and changing. But I don’t particularly miss any times. There were good times, and bad times. It was my life at that time, pretty much the same as my life right now; good times, bad times.
I tried to miss the time when I was alone, more selfish, more care free. Funny how I could not remember when it was like that the last time.
I don’t think I am starting to lose memory; the process had begun long ago. I just didn’t know it happening.