An official ending to this journal and other thoughts about life
I have recently been thinking in great detail about life and where I stand in it and what has transpired in the last few years (I suppose that's only natural when you are about to make a drastic life change). In general, I think things have gone pretty well in college. I'm getting a degree (always a plus), I've made several great friends, and I have many memories about good and bad times that should last me long enough. Do I have college regrets? Minor ones, I suppose. But I feel fairly confident that had things not gone the way they had, I would not be where I am. And I am a bit of a fan of my present location.
My major regrets concern high school, and I suppose at this point it's best to just move on and try to pretend that it never happened. Though I did have some amazing times with some amazing people and it makes me sad that, for whatever reason, they probably don't think of me in the same positive light. I suppose I will always have those memories as well, slightly more bittersweet since I am not in contact with many of them anymore. That is partly my fault, but not entirely. And I know the lack of communication will only get worse with time. Perhaps it was never meant to be.
At any rate, I will be moving to Denver in less than two months. The speed of the upcoming move does not worry me as I am moving with a man who is willing to put up with my oddities and moods and loves me for it. I suppose this is the moment of truth then, for we are officially breaking ties here and starting over. I suppose that's the start of a permanent future.
I'm not sure who will read this (if anyone), but I do extend our house to anyone who happens to venture to the Rockies. Our door is open.
My major regrets concern high school, and I suppose at this point it's best to just move on and try to pretend that it never happened. Though I did have some amazing times with some amazing people and it makes me sad that, for whatever reason, they probably don't think of me in the same positive light. I suppose I will always have those memories as well, slightly more bittersweet since I am not in contact with many of them anymore. That is partly my fault, but not entirely. And I know the lack of communication will only get worse with time. Perhaps it was never meant to be.
At any rate, I will be moving to Denver in less than two months. The speed of the upcoming move does not worry me as I am moving with a man who is willing to put up with my oddities and moods and loves me for it. I suppose this is the moment of truth then, for we are officially breaking ties here and starting over. I suppose that's the start of a permanent future.
I'm not sure who will read this (if anyone), but I do extend our house to anyone who happens to venture to the Rockies. Our door is open.