I am still a thinker. A processor. One who reminisces and romanticizes over details.
I'm still not a talker.
I still love the idea of home. Of pretty dishes and home cooked meals.
(circa Sept 1979)
I still think all Holidays and Birthdays should be a really big deal.
I still have the same goofy sense of humor I always have (and the same really horrible math skills).
(circa 4th or 5th grade, I think)
I still have the same beliefs I was raised with. I still want to be good at everything I try to do.
I still have pretty much the same hairstyle as when I was three.
I still love sweet peas and I still, forevermore, hate meatloaf.
Other things have changed, but most noticeably this......
Not cool, 34. Not cool.