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I doubt that anyone still uses livejournal, but that's okay. I wanted to write and didn't want to use Facebook.
Ryan and I are moving at the beginning of next week. We're not prepared at all. There are boxes stacked 4 high, my desk is covered in papers, and I twisted my ankle trying to maneuver through the labyrinth of crap that is everywhere.
I started packing up the random odds and ends today. Two years worth of sociology books, essays, projects and folders later, I found my little box of memories. It's nothing fancy, just an old shoe box that was decorated for my birthday, from an amazing friend from high school that I miss dearly. Noticing there was a layer of dust on top, I blew it off. Only, it was not a fine layer of dust, it was shellacked with dust. One puff of air, and I'm choking on the subsequent cloud.
As I stumbled to the bathroom, in an attempt to wash the dust out of my eyes, I began to think about this little box of memories. I'm 24 years old. It's time I upgrade my box of memories, and think about making new adventures.
Ryan and I are moving at the beginning of next week. We're not prepared at all. There are boxes stacked 4 high, my desk is covered in papers, and I twisted my ankle trying to maneuver through the labyrinth of crap that is everywhere.
I started packing up the random odds and ends today. Two years worth of sociology books, essays, projects and folders later, I found my little box of memories. It's nothing fancy, just an old shoe box that was decorated for my birthday, from an amazing friend from high school that I miss dearly. Noticing there was a layer of dust on top, I blew it off. Only, it was not a fine layer of dust, it was shellacked with dust. One puff of air, and I'm choking on the subsequent cloud.
As I stumbled to the bathroom, in an attempt to wash the dust out of my eyes, I began to think about this little box of memories. I'm 24 years old. It's time I upgrade my box of memories, and think about making new adventures.