by Amy Atkins
While cleaning out a closet today, I found a journal I started keeping when I moved to California after high school.
In skimming through it (grimacing the entire time), I found one entry from Dec. 28, 1987, that made me laugh out loud. REM's "It's the End of the World As We Know It (and I Feel Fine)" had come out that year and, for some reason, the title of the song heads an entry I sub-titled "A Few Things I Love or Truly Enjoy (Nope, Things I Love)."
Here's the list:
The letter Q
I'll be 41-years-old next month, but as it turns out, I still have plenty in common with that 19-year-old. And I'll admit that if I had to make a things-I-love-list today, all of those items would still be on it.