Souvenir Involontaire

I needed to take a small break from packing, I've spent the last 48 hours steadily packing my possessions for the move to Downtown. Sunday afternoon is the best time to go to the Apple Pan, it's not as crowded as it on week days so you can take your time eating your hickory burger. While eating, I was struck with the idea to go to UCLA. I remembered that I had left my camera in my car from Thursday's walk through, for the last year I had wanted to go back to UCLA to take some pictures of my favorite campus locations from my undergraduate years.

Spring has always been my favorite time of year, the Jacarandas carpet the Northern Lights Courtyard in a sea of purple.

While I was walking through the Murphy Sculpture Garden memories of my time at UCLA, a time when everything seemed possible. I only had class in the Murphy Sculpture Garden once when I was an undergraduate, and that was solely due to the fact that my professor was allergic to chalk which just so happened to be covering absolutely everything in our assigned room.

Memories of UCLA fill me with nostalgia, sometimes in my heart of hearts, I yearn to return to UCLA as that wide eyed 19 year old I once was, but which I am no longer. Time is the great traitor, it pushes us (often times, unwillingly) forward to unknown futures. I'm looking forward to my future life in downtown, but I can't help looking upon the past and yearn for a part of it again.