Yesterday was Nick's and my sixth anniversary. Time has flown so unbelievably quick; these years feel like eons and seconds.
I've spent the last week and a half looking over old pictures from years ago. I find myself becoming nostalgic lately. Particularly since my Uncle died some weeks ago.
Looking at old pictures of my pudgy, pock marked face, framed by stringy, bleach blond hair, I find myself missing the desert. Something, I never, ever thought I would do.
The irony of nostalgia is its persistent ability to cause longing for days passed, regardless of their general misery. There are a thousand things I miss about the desert, but more so, I mourn the time I've lost with the people I never see.
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