reunions at the old folk's home

[fictional]

Part of me wants to say that to me, anniversaries (especially of this particular stripe) are close to meaningless, and I don't feel today anything that I wasn't feeling yesterday, or last week, or even probably tomorrow (though who knows?).

However, it is a gorgeous day out there - part of the reason I used to love September, aside from my birthday, and that is a little terrifying - that beautiful azure skies with the white puffy clouds at this time of year now signify disaster and catastrophe.

I have to say, I resent that.

And I also have to say, it's hard to believe sometimes that it's been five whole years since my childhood absolutely and irrevocably ended, but in the end, it's all I really feel free to comment on today.

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[magnetgirl.livejournal.com]

The only thought of comfort I can find is this: it is important that people like us are alive at this point in history. The world needs more people to pass on the truth of what has happened/what will happen to future generations. With all of the misinformation swirling through the media and our government, it has never been more important for strong educated new york voices to exist.

[sykii.livejournal.com]

And I also have to say, it's hard to believe sometimes that it's been five whole years since my childhood absolutely and irrevocably ended,

So very yes.