Sometimes...

...I miss my old lives.

I miss high school. When R and I had silly hair, discussed silly things and were just generally silly.

I miss the time I was in college, drinking too much Red Horse, wasting too much time playing pool and reading esoteric novels.

I miss the law school years. I was beadle and thought that was important.

I miss the early years at The Perm. With Chum and my then 22 member batch. Nine years later only one of us remains.

I miss New York. When I was poor and read menus from the outside of restaurants.

I miss the last days at The Perm. With N. and the Mean Girls.

But that said, I wouldn't exchange then for now. To paraphrase Philip: not ever, never.