Co-Queens of Nostalgia.
C says it sounds like a good name for a band, and I agree. To add the prefix "co-", suggesting the shared or communal nature of the noun to follow, to the inherently individualistic and hierarchical title "Queen" seems to enhance a stark contrast in the juxtaposition of the blah-diddy-blah-dee-blah. Sounds cool. To cut to the chase, cut the mustard, cut the cheese.
The point is, moving forward is weird, and so is looking back. I recently deleted some year and a half old texts from my phone - messages from two of my friends sent in the hours after Obama's election. A year and a half ago.
Today I looked through a box full of photographs where my grandmother looks like my mother, and my mother looks like my little sister, and they're surrounded by people that I've never seen, many of whom are probably dead. I found a letter my mom wrote to her aunt and uncle from college, talking about her friends' plans to go rollerskating, and referring to her boyfriend at the time as a "fuddy-dud" for his apparent lack of interest. A few years later, she sent them a card from Houston, chatting about the very warm June weather and her subsequent adjustment to jogging in the early morning before work. A few years later, she scribbled a note on a small piece of yellow lined paper, discussing an upcoming camping trip and confirming plans to visit them soon and bring my future father with her to meet them for the first time.
And I'm thinking about the last two years and freaking out.
Talk about nostalgia.
the rude awakening comes when you realize weather is more predictable than nostalgic, and june in houston is still hot as balls.
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