Been a while.

[dusc]

I've been away for a while.

I had a wonderful few months in Cambridge (MA, not UK); I got to meet a number of very nice people and got to sit in on some impressive classes. It was a generous taste of the life I always wanted and will always want. Now, it's over and I'm back.

The rest is less pleasant.

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[vvalkyri]

:hugs:
Alternately, cleaning and going through things is traumatic for me because throwing things out means I lose the memory. A receipt reminds me of a store I went to while on a trip, a flyer of a place I've been to, a broken necklace, a truly awful shirt, a movie ticket, a credit card receipt.

My stepmother's dumped a bunch of stuff at me from my old room. A lot of it I feel like I've never seen before in my life. "I owned short sleeved sweat shirts?" but also "I own an Atari again!"

No. You're not unusual to store your memory in things. Or at least you're not unique. I'm sorry there are so many bad memories stored in things; I guess I've just got blind luck that way, that my things tend to have pleasant memories associated.

Then again, I'm buried under things, as it hurts too much to part with them.

Write about the last 8 months, as best as you can. If there's something I really regret about my life of late it's that I never forced myself to find time to write about things in detail. It can be weird, going back and reading -- sometimes you can't remember what in the hell you're talking about. But sometimes you can recapture some of it.

[dusc]

:hugs back:

Which Atari? 800, 400, 800XL, console? If it's not a console, do you play Mule?

I was trained at a young age that if I write anything in private, someone will read it and use it against me (thanks sis). It makes me hesistate, though I know it to be a useful tool.

[vvalkyri]

I was pretty careless with my diaries; halfway through freshling year my stepmother ran across a page of "fsck you jean just fsck you" scrawl. Whether it fell off the computer desk when she tripped into it or whether she picked it up (was in full sight) was immaterial; it didn't exactly make her look good to publicly hold it against me.

Last night I was lookign through one of the delivered boxes. Since they're in with the shabbat candlesticks I had in college I have to assume that's when I owned the earrings I'm wearing today. But I have no memory whatsoever of these or the other few earrings I brought home with me last night.

[vvalkyri]

oh, and 800xl i think