I remember joining my clubs. They were supportive and friendly. They were family. More importantly, I had fun with them. I also remember my ex-housemate always bothered me about my club. I'm glad my club was an excuse away. (I needed an excuse. It was THAT bad.)
I want to talk about my life during college.. mixed in with old and new experiences. Knowing that I view the moments back then differently, I want to recognize it. I'm not living in the past, but sometimes.. just sometimes.. I feel haunted by the past. I'm not traumatized. I want peace with my past. Opening up and finally recording what happened will most likely help me with that.
That's just one part of it. The more important part is to finally use my dormant and rusty inner artist.. which, by the way, is slowly dying.