Second hand stores have the greatest finds, and they’re cheap. There’s something special about a t-shirt from the 90s of someone’s family trip to Rocky Mountain National Park. It has a story, it’s worn, and it’s plain awesome.
Buying a distressed or worn looking new shirt is just silly. People should buy things that have character. I don’t know if it’s the artsy person in me who just simply loves a good story or the cheap shopper… but I am all about the second hand store clothing finds.
A few friends from high school and I went out to a baseball game here in Connecticut tonight. The team isn’t anything to write home about, but it’s a nice stadium and the ambiance is on point.
Going away to school taught me about how much I loved growing up in a small farm town, and much of that love stems from the people I grew up here with.
I learned how to play an instrument, write my name in cursive, play softball as little kids, and later went to prom with them as juniors and seniors and then graduated with them. In a small school that closeness means a lot.
Tonight we talked about our lives and where we were going, who we were hanging out with, and what we’ve been up to. Although we don’t see one another very much anymore, I think it’s amazing how it feels like it used to feel. And that is something to be treasured.