Listening to Jimmy Eat World like it’s middle school.

This weekend has me thinking about where I want to live next year but I’m feeling super nostalgic at the same time. I have little phases with my music where I listen to an album or a playlist repeatedly until I get sick of em and it is forever solidified in my memory as the soundtrack to a particular time in my life. It’s a mental diary of sorts…but also a good way to ruin songs. Guess it’s a bad habit of mine I should change.