Another reddit post somehow sparked a memory of the night my ex FIIIINALLY put in the air conditioner in our apartment and how good it felt and how we tacked up a sheet between rooms to keep the cool air in the living room. 


Such a little memory and yet now here I am trying to make sure I never forget it again.


Edit: That was fast, but I'm over it.  It's just another memory in the jar. I was going to delete this post because now I'm mad at myself for getting sad but I just realized that I use reddit as almost a diary. I post almost every day, usually about how I'm feeling, no one I know reads it so it's safe and I can look back on so much stuff. So I'll keep this post. Thanks reddit. 