I think the only reason I still listen to The Wonder Years (which in itself, is a rare occasion) is because it reminds me of Spring of ‘10 through Summer of ‘11. 

It reminds me of when Steve still lived here. When we’d yell at people walking around downtown from Dylan’s apartment. When we’d play Pokemon on Steve’s balcony, with my Gameboy plugged into Steve’s bass amp. When we’d walk to Dan’s Grocery to get our Mac N Cheese rations for the night. I had a girlfriend I was in love with. I saw my best friends every week. Life was pretty alright. 

Not to say it isn’t now. I love my job and the Jetta is finally starting to make a comeback and other things are good.

I just wouldn’t mind going back and waking up next to someone every morning. Heading downtown in the afternoon, and spending the night with my best friends doing whatever the fuck we wanted.