"It's been a couple years and I guess I'm fine about it"

I'm at my mom's home for the Christmas holiday and this three weeks of pretending Athens doesn't exist is almost over. It seems everything about Atlanta directs me to nostalgia. A few months ago someone asked my if I was a nostalgic person and my response was, of course i am, i'm a photography major. Despite my natural inclination, the CDs I haven't replaced in my mom's car in 3 years, the stacks of old photos, the holidays, old journals in my bedroom, being back at R. Thomas, all ask me to look back and contemplate. There isn't one specific topic my mind has kept to this holiday. It's pretty random actually. I will say this, I don't throw away much. My bedroom is practically a landmine of memories, but the term landmine has so many negative connotations. How about this landmine sometimes explodes bouquets of balloons. The best finds are always the photographs. I'm considering starting a personal project of chronicling the first 5 years of my 20s in pictures. I would do it in chronological order with a lot of attention to the big events and relationships and hopefully have some narrative to it. I guess, basically, just bringing some organization to all these images floating around. It probably would be boring for anyone else to look at, but I know I would enjoy it and it would be one more tool for my memories. I think I will start that soon.