the more things change, the more they stay the same
After avoiding it for almost 4 years, I finally opened up the box of notebooks, journals, letters, and keepsakes I'd packed up while at my parents' and mailed to myself in Boston. High school through college. Names I remember and names I don't. Writing that made me laugh at times and scoff at others. Pleasant reminders along with memories that made me cry. And the shock of the fact that so much of what I'm dealing with at 31 is the same as what I wrote about at age 18. I had no idea...