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It’s important to note that we never heard back from the Frogtown house, and eventually moved into a purple and green apt, on a hill, with gorgeous natural light and a palpable sense of home.
I also still haven’t been back to Frogtown since that rainy Sunday, not for a visit, not for a glance, not even for NPR themed sandwiches. I think when you’re young, it’s easy to romanticize things: places, memories, especially people, because truthfully there’s nothing to hold onto. We’re at a point in our lives where we’re too young to be stable, but too restless to be patient, and everyday we have to hold onto one good, man-made thought to convince ourselves that our dreams aren’t completely implausible. Although I may have been to Frogtown once in my entire life, it’s fabricated memories will always keep it very close to my heart.
Listen to: “I was Such a Fool” by Connie Francis.
