It’s weird. It’s awkward.
But I kind of love the idea that my growing up is on the internet.
I made my first video when I was twelve and from that moment on I never really stopped.
From middle to high school, from my first paid job to my first independent home, I filmed everything and everyone. Those moments and people still hold a special place in my heart.
I like the idea that these low res mp4 files still float somewhere on a Google server, buried under layers of code and dust. It’s a digital reflection of the time, of who I was, the environment I lived in and the things I found interesting. There’s a certain truth to them that I both like and find deeply discomforting.
But I guess that’s what growing up is.
I’ll never take them offline.
I accept the shame.