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Yes this is because I'm home alone right now and I have too much time just to sit around and contemplate things. But none the less. I can't get over the fact that pictures are so strange...
My room is kind of a mess because my mom's been re-doing the house. So I was sifting through things in my closet, and I found a huge box of pictures and random objects from my life. I opened it and saw the key ring that I put all the patches on from other teams that I played in soccer tournaments. Then I saw a page from our high school newspaper with an article about my ex-boyfriends play. Then I saw pictures of moments I hadn't even remembered... things I did when I took a course at Cornell during the summer... my grandparents who both passed away this summer sitting at the pool with my mom and I, my parents who are now divorced on their wedding day. My senior prom. A day in central park with Stephen. Me hugging my brother when he was a baby. Me in third grade playing the harp for an assembly. Ninth grade trip to Italy which spurred my interest in Italian. My senior write up. My grandfather with my mom during her senio prom. All of these pictures of these events sitting together in ths one big box. And each picture brought a new rush of emotions and feelings for events and people that I would never get to experience again. It just seemed the strangest thing to me. I don't know.
This is pointless. This is just what usually happens when I'm left by msyelf at home... recipe for disaster.
My room is kind of a mess because my mom's been re-doing the house. So I was sifting through things in my closet, and I found a huge box of pictures and random objects from my life. I opened it and saw the key ring that I put all the patches on from other teams that I played in soccer tournaments. Then I saw a page from our high school newspaper with an article about my ex-boyfriends play. Then I saw pictures of moments I hadn't even remembered... things I did when I took a course at Cornell during the summer... my grandparents who both passed away this summer sitting at the pool with my mom and I, my parents who are now divorced on their wedding day. My senior prom. A day in central park with Stephen. Me hugging my brother when he was a baby. Me in third grade playing the harp for an assembly. Ninth grade trip to Italy which spurred my interest in Italian. My senior write up. My grandfather with my mom during her senio prom. All of these pictures of these events sitting together in ths one big box. And each picture brought a new rush of emotions and feelings for events and people that I would never get to experience again. It just seemed the strangest thing to me. I don't know.
This is pointless. This is just what usually happens when I'm left by msyelf at home... recipe for disaster.