The Photo Wall: Living in my Past

As I tried to keep myself occupied on what seemed like the 100th week of quarantine, an idea popped into my head. As I have seen in the rooms of countless others on social media, I was going to make a photo wall for my room. I had many photos favorited on my phone, I just had to select the ones I wanted to print and get to work. The process took me a while but I was able to finish planning and get them printed at CVS in less than a week. As I started to put up the photos on my wall, I looked at a few of them and got lost in my thoughts.

It was our first high school dance. We were freshmen, with hope in our eyes and a particular naivete present in our appearance. I looked around at my friends and couldn't believe how far we had come together. I remember dancing the night away and feeling this feeling of unbridled happiness as I started my high school journey. 

I regained my focus and began to hand up more photos. But once again I was transported.

It was my junior year high snowcoming. We weren't underclassmen anymore. All 10 of us tried to squish into the small photo booth throwing up peace signs and holding up props. I couldn't remember a time when I was happier. That was one of the last high school events we got to go to before quarantine began and it is a memory I will cherish forever. 

As the memory came to an abrupt end, similar to our junior year, I realized where I was again. I was stuck at home and got back to hanging up the photos. It was fun to think about the past but it had a sour aftertaste especially when I got to thinking of what could have been. Senior year hasn't been all I had imagined but I'm taking it day by day. I still have my wall of memories to look back on and sometimes I like to let myself live in the past and get transported by the photos. I implore you all to do the same sometime, it really makes quarantine more tolerable. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed Storytime with Sejal!