Dear Diary,

I am experiencing triggers lately.

One just happened. I'm ordering some huel from the huel place and it connected to my paypal. I then saw all my past addresses. My past addresses are a history of who I used to be and who I am now. I still have the address from first year halls, fourth year postgrad digs and, design desk at the Sentinel newspaper.

It makes me reflect, how I've come from where I've been. It hits my heart a little.