Feels like a dream

It's funny how time works on your memories. Now that I've had time to stop sorely missing Wyview and all the friends I made there/lived next to - Jill F. and Jill R. and Mara and Sara and K.T. and Jacketh (Joseph-J.D.-Zach) and Anna and Leticia and Robin and the list goes on... - the eight months of memories I made have taken on an odd flavor.

It feels like it was a dream. Sara, Mara (and anyone else who reads this blog), tell me it all wasn't a dream.