... you realized not much has changed

As soon as I got back to Cincinnati I realized while all my stuff didn't take up too much room in the UHaul, it did in my childhood bedroom. So I launched into a nostalgic but necessary purge session and cleared out 6 giant boxes of my "treasures" (ie every flavor of lipsmackers known to man, the remnants of my hair accessory obsession, and notebook after notebook of high school class work). Among these treasures I came across some hilarious notes like this one below...

Now I have to say, 8 year old Evelyn had some pretty great taste. This "favorites" list was found along with a drawing of the pet store/boarding/vet clinic that was my dream to open (that was in case my first aspiration of becoming a garbage man fell through). While so much has changed - thinking back to what I loved doing as a kid I realized a lot of those interests still exist. I still absolutely adore animals and think playing with pets and being outside all day doing a manual labor-type job sounds oddly appealing. It's got me thinking that while a million other things in life may have changed since my carefree days as an 8 year old, maybe there's something to be said for revisiting those old hobbies and interests. Apologies in advance to Anna if I try to start singing again on our trip...