It’s my new cellphone case. Sure, it’s bigger than an actual cassette tape, but I love it.
Frank called me a hipster for getting it because it’s so hipsteriffic. Really I just have fond fond memories of making mix tapes for friends and crushes. Finding the perfect songs to express your thoughts, just the right arrangement so it sounds the best, and writing out jacket notes…
There’s something about seeing one, catching a glimpse of it peeking out of my bag, that fills me with a warm feeling of nostalgia.
That glimpse reminds me of laughter, fun, carefree days…sigh.
It seems I’ve traded curfews for bills, sunscreen for deadlines, and crushes for a husband.
I’m keeping my reminder of more carefree days, damn it.