Time at my dad's
So it is very interesting packing up a lifetime full of memories. Especially after the last 2 years. There are so many things that I miss and so many places both in time and space that I wish that I could go back too... I find myself getting sentimental over things that really should not matter. However I have found some interesting things. The mystery of what really happened to Emmi has been solved, I have old pictures of Ian from when we first went on the road and a letter he wrote me when he first went to California, my brother's baby book, bandannas that bonnie and I used to wear tied around one ankle, my first renfair costume, Emmi's first pair of shoes, Aily's baby blanket, Boo's Mongolian hat from Estrailla war, the lighter Josh gave me when I was 15. Sooooo many things all safely preserved in the museum that was my father's house for so long. Finishing up my room I stare out the window at the sunset, even with the houses that are now there, it still has a spectacular view. Now another teenage girl will have that view. I wonder what adventures her live will take her on. I have had some good ones. I don't regret any of it. Lots of fun and lots of learning. Ian and I learned not to keep cars that are broken down and tow them cross country. I learned from Mercedes that a girl doesn't have to be afraid of rejection, new cities, or new countries. From bonnie I learned longing and hope that some day she will allow us to talk again. From my dad I think my feelings have changed most of all... I used to be so enamored of him... sigh... forever is shorter then you think... must continue this later... children are calling...