remembering

All throughout college (and even HS), I've been known to go picture crazy in order to document every part of life. I have over 12,000 pictures from my 4 years of college, and I average about 800 pictures / 2-week vacation that I go on with my family.

In the past year though, I've noticed a HUGE decline in the amount of pictures that I've taken. Catherin even pointed this out to me a few months ago, too, when she noticed that my Picasa hadn't had any new uploads in the past year! I think I've probably taken.... 5 pictures in the past 2 months, all of which are on my iphone and none of which are on my actual camera. It makes me really sad to notice how I've changed even in this past year (granted, it was a hard hard year), and that my change is evident even in the small things like how many pictures I take. Although deep down I'm still the shameless, klutzy, easily excitable person with really random ideas, I feel like I don't look at life with as much excitement anymore, which is why I am taking less pictures these days. To me, there's just less that I want to capture and remember.

I just spent the last hour looking through old pictures, and it was really strange to reminisce on the past. Life seemed so much more fun back then, masked in pictures by smiles, though I know that college had its fair share of hardship, too. But if I were to look back on this past year sometime in the future, I wouldn't even have pictures to look back on -- only depressing blog posts and lonely tweets. Is this how I would remember this period of my life?

Man, so depressing.