2:16 p.m. I remember. I remember everything about it–the smells, how I felt, the train rides. Nervousness kicks in and I can’t avoid it. I must move on, let it go, be an adult. What does that even mean? Responsibilities, things grown ups do. WTF? I want to go back, be comfortable. I was good at being a student, a Temple student. That was my … Continue reading Thoughts from a quick Temple visit.