It's one of those nights again.

I've zoned out. I'm travelling back in time. I'm suffering from a blast of the past.
The last 21 years have been eye-opening, no doubt. But the years that stood out the most spanned from 2012 up to 2014. I suppose that college truly is a place of many wonders. During that brief period of time, I had learned a lot, most of which were valuable lessons. They weren't all sweet, but they're what helped shape me to become the person that I am today.
My mind is cluttered with memories from those days, flashing images of me and the people who shared that part of my life with me. I was a long way from home, but I didn't feel out of place. Not really. Those people, those bunch of crazy kids, they made me feel like I belonged there. Disputes were not unfamiliar; we had plenty of those, but in the end, we endured, and things ended pretty nicely.
Now, I'm just sitting alone at my desk in my house, two years later, smiling wistfully as I view photos and videos portraying those memories.
Wishing, that I could one day re-live those days.