I'm so inactive on this site, it's a little sad.  I remember checking my DA page obsessively, back in the day you know?  Early college years were my art phase, both music (violin) and drawing.  Now I've graduated after a full 5 years of torment, summer is ending, and I'm getting ready to move 9031.8 miles away, to a little apartment in Hamamatsu City, Japan.  Which, now that my departure date is actually less than 2 weeks away, is becoming more exciting/frightening by the minute.

Which brings me to the title of this entry.  It's such a weird feeling to peruse through a bit of your past that use to be a big part of your life, but now has taken a back seat.  But of all the things I use to do and don't do anymore, I think I miss my Art Era the most, when I use to practice violin 3-4+ hours a day and spend 30+ hours on a single drawing, just to post it here and see how it is accepted.

Whenever we look back, the way we remember the things that were important to us is jaded by the major events that took place during that time.  Was I happy? Successful? Depressed?  I think I look back and remember my Art Era fondly in part because, I was really happy during that time.  Not that I'm not happy now, but it was a different kind of happy back then.  It was that young, "I have my whole life ahead of me, and I believe that I have the potential to do anything but I don't have to choose just yet" happiness.  It does inspire me to pick up a pencil and draw a bit, though, if only to remember that feeling.

And I'm posting this here because...? Maybe the only people I want to know this particular little bit about me are the people in this old life of mine.