records
So, here I am, sitting on the living floor and sorting through the massive paper piles gathered in our move two months ago when I stumble upon my box. My box is just stuffed full of records of a life that I can barely remember: old pay stubs, apartment deposit recipts, stories I've written, cell phone bills, and finally, my college diploma. And it gets me to thinkin'.
Why do I feel as if a huge part of my life is just--poof!--gone? I accomplished something! I really did! And yet... I'm wasting it now. What happened to me?
...And then Nolan spits up all over it.
Oh, yeah. That happened.
The tears were so sudden I couldn't stop them.
Why do I feel as if a huge part of my life is just--poof!--gone? I accomplished something! I really did! And yet... I'm wasting it now. What happened to me?
...And then Nolan spits up all over it.
Oh, yeah. That happened.
The tears were so sudden I couldn't stop them.