the detritus of a life

[gl0ve]

I like packing up and unpacking my bookshelves. I always find things that I forgot about, and that make me smile, or make me sort of wistful and sad. The main culprit today, as I was unpacking and setting up my bookshelf was a letter that I got four years ago from Pedro Rodriguez, a spanish student that lived with me during the summer before my sophomore year in high school. It was so weird to read a letter from someone from exactly four years ago, asking questions about what was going on in my life, who I was dating, and what I would be doing that summer. The summer before my junior year in high school was a strange one, and the letter reminded me of some things that seemed so long ago that I can barely wrap my head around the fact that it was my life at the time. Everything changed so much that year, and that summer was one that pretty drastically changed my life. I remember that I wrote him back after that letter, but that he had moved from Madrid to Athens, and, I have to guess that he never got my letters. I had his email address, too, but I lost it when our computer crashed that summer and I had to get a new one. Weirdly enough, as I was walking around my new apartment thinking about all of this, his email address popped into my head for the first time in four years. I wasn't too sure that it was right, so I plugged it into google, and apparently the address that I came up with belongs to someone named Pedro who is from Spain, so I shot him an email, and maybe he'll write me back. It would be weird, but I think it would make me really happy to open that line of communication again.

Oh well, I'm going to go to bed.