an old-fashioned timehop:
digging through old shoeboxes at my parents’ home, i came across some old negatives from the 80s. they document our time in india and our visit to singapore, among other memories. the little one in the negatives is me, as my sister hadn’t yet been born. i wish i could say i remembered more of that time, but something about being so far away from the home you grew up in and not seeing the familiars frequently makes you forget faster.