My Childhood Spat Back Out The Monster That You See
I'm going retro and updating my LiveJournal. WHOA.
I've been feeling nostalgic for a week now. It started with a tornado that made me think back to the one that hit DHS 10 years ago, and has now spiraled out of control a bit. Kristin is coming over on Saturday night and we're going to drink, eat pizza, watch old high school videos, and gossip about things that happened 10 years ago. THAT I'm looking forward to, A LOT. I've also been reading old journals and reflecting on how so many things in my life have just seemed - unreal. Like every single thing that happened in San Diego. Like getting closure, years later, with Josh, and James, Ryan, even Travis. Neat little packages, tied with a bow.
I don't know where my life is going right now. I don't know what I really want to do. I'm 27 and still trying to figure out who I am. But I'm glad I'm not who I was 10 years ago. I'm glad I'm not who I was 5 years ago. I'm content right now to be me, although I would love help figuring out exactly who that is.