is this thing on?
Noah and I have moved back to the USA. We're currently living in Pasadena, MD - which seems to me to be about 1/2 way between Baltimore and Annapolis. We have a lovely little townhouse with 3 bedrooms, an attic, a full basement, and a deck. Plus! We have water access and live quite close to a bunch of wonderful things. We are definitely in the thick of it. That being said - our place is smaller than our house was in Aston. Much smaller than it apparently was in my head, because there is stuff without homes EVERYWHERE.
I told my mom that when we moved to Dubai I was in a very fragile emotional state and perhaps that can explain why I saved some of the crap I saved. But really? Some of it is ridiculous.
It has made me feel very nostalgic, though. I found photo albums, and mementos, and an ENTIRE box full of journals. The journals are the worst/best. It's so funny to go back and see who you were before, how you processed (or didn't process) the events in your life, and how you chronicled it all. I told Noah that I was ready to throw them away. They are embarrassing and no longer indicative of the person I am now. He convinced me not to, though. He said I might want them some day. So - after reading them all I boxed them up again and vowed to try to put more things of substance in my journal going forth. Hah, right. But then again, I suppose now that I'm rounding the corner to 30 my life is much more full and promising than when I was rounding the corner to 20. I mean... I am SO ready to leave my 20's behind. Not so ready to become an adult, but definitely ready to put two feet on the ground.
Here's to looking back so that we can move forward.
I told my mom that when we moved to Dubai I was in a very fragile emotional state and perhaps that can explain why I saved some of the crap I saved. But really? Some of it is ridiculous.
It has made me feel very nostalgic, though. I found photo albums, and mementos, and an ENTIRE box full of journals. The journals are the worst/best. It's so funny to go back and see who you were before, how you processed (or didn't process) the events in your life, and how you chronicled it all. I told Noah that I was ready to throw them away. They are embarrassing and no longer indicative of the person I am now. He convinced me not to, though. He said I might want them some day. So - after reading them all I boxed them up again and vowed to try to put more things of substance in my journal going forth. Hah, right. But then again, I suppose now that I'm rounding the corner to 30 my life is much more full and promising than when I was rounding the corner to 20. I mean... I am SO ready to leave my 20's behind. Not so ready to become an adult, but definitely ready to put two feet on the ground.
Here's to looking back so that we can move forward.