//memories are the architecture of our identity//

I created this blog a little over a year ago, I'd always wanted a blog but once I had one I didn't know that what to talk about, so I questioned my friend (thanks Liza): 

"Dude I could totally see you as a blogger. Our lives are a sitcom, literally if someone made a movie of our life and people would watch it. Talk about being a middle person, or being my "manager." 

All of these things that she mentioned, are amazing memories I have. Then I realized, I live in memories. I live for nostalgia, certain songs that remind you of late cold nights speeding downtown through the Christmas lights. Or the stars that remind me of warm summer nights playing volleyball with friends. But there are memories that I'd rather not remember, sad memories of saying good bye, leaving behind friends. Even now just as I write these things down pictures play through my head. Pictures of laughter, of  sunsets, of the roaring ocean,and the peaceful lake. Memories have contrast, the good and the bad. The happy, and the dreary. No matter the feeling, these memories make up who I am.

So I guess to sum it up, this blog is my memories. Recording the new ones, and reflecting on the old.