Excuse me while I attempt to kick-off something that might vaguely resemble a regular feature on this blog of mine.
I’m sentimental when it comes to memories. The Christmas we spent in Portugal with the least Christmas-y lunch ever. What Anish and I wore on our first date. The last meal I had with a bunch of guys, before we all went down separate career paths, after working together for a year. Going to my first convention and being part of that group.
I don’t let myself look back that often. Just occasionally. It’s the future you’ve got to look forward to. Here I’m going to let myself look back once a week. Or maybe every two weeks. (Let’s see how this goes, shall we?)