Imaginary amnesia

I’ve been inspired by my sister’s (she's got back home from the hospital, by the way) amnesia lately. I started to wonder how would it be if I’d lost my memory now and I would have to learn again who I am. What would I think about myself? Would I like my life?

I guess I would like my home. Our apartment is fairly new and in a very good condition. And we have enough space for both of us. I think I would also like the way our home is decorated. Nothing too fancy but oh so cosy. I would also smile for the extraordinary decoration items that we have many.

And I would definitely like my choice of a boyfriend. I would fall for him all over again and it wouldn't even take long. It didn't matter back then that I didn't knew anything about him and I think it wouldn't matter now either. And I would totally congratulate myself for scoring a younger guy.

My sister couldn’t remember what kind of clothes she used to wore. I wonder if she was happy with her wardrobe once she got to discover it. I’m not sure if I’d be 100% happy with my so called style. It lacks personality. I just wear black tops and blue jeans day after day. But I would love my scarf and pendant earrings collections. That’s for sure.

My family. I would be sorry to realize that I don’t really keep in touch with them. I’ve always said it’s because I live so far away from them and because my sisters treat me like an alien. But I could do more. I could call them once in a while instead of waiting for my mom to call every Sunday.

I would probably be surprised to find out that I’m studying Business Information Technology in Laurea. That’s pretty low. But I guess I would cope with it after a while. I’m not saying that I don’t like my school. I just think that I could have done better. But at least I’m studying something I’m truly interested in and I could be good at. And my school is nice and I have some cool classmates too.

I guess I would be a bit shocked at first to find out how little friends I have. But my shock would vanish quickly after finding out how great all my friends are. Hannes for example is just super, he’s like my gay best friend.

I think that all in all I would be happy with my life. Why wouldn’t I be? I have everything I need. A little while ago I found a list of things I would like to change in my life. I remember writing it like years ago. And I was surprised to find out that I had made all those chances.

Life just seems to find its ways.

EDIT: Hannes wanted me to clear out that he's not gay. He's just like my gay best friend.