Redding.
That was wonderful. A fantastic trip. Damburger, the river trail, Eli, Addison, Carson, two old teachers, Girondas, the new RSA building, Sundial Bridge, Mt. Shasta Mall, and just driving around on all of my old streets. I remember so many little things, all with memories attached, but it wasn’t really sad this time at all. Sure, there are definitely parts I miss, but I kinda know that it’s not me anymore, it’s just my past. Still, it was a glorious past, and I don’t plan on forgetting it any time soon. I’m proud of Redding. It’s a good place.
Now back to the monotony and stress of normal life. But that made a really good break.
