A New Beginning
It's been three years since I last visited this place ... a life time.
So much has changed! Let's see, where do I begin? There's too much. First I'll explain why I've started writing again. I was visiting someone's Myspace page and I wanted to see what their blog said (I haven't talked to this person in a long time and wanted to read his thoughts). It said that he did his blogging on Livejournal. Oh Livejournal. I tried awhile back to sign into this account, but couldn't remember the password. I remember feeling like I had lost a piece of myself and knew I'd never find it again. For some reason this time, I remembered the password on my first try. Hmmm, interesting. So I reread all of my journal entries ... and this is where I can't find a word to explain how I felt ... First, I was amazed that I wrote some of those entries. I didn't know I could write so well. Second, it was definitely a blast from the past. So many memories. So much emotion. So, then I remembered that I had access to Beth's journal and wanted to see what that was like, because it had been so long since I read her journal and I don't think I ever read the entire thing. Her journal went on for FIVE years ... craziness. But it got me thinking ... I want to start journaling again. I want to reread this journal when I'm 45 and remember what I was like today.
So that's it. Here I am again. 23 ... I mean, 24 years old now. It's funny how you forget how old you are as you get older. When you're younger and someone asks how old you are, you say ... I'm 7 years, 6 days, and 3 hours old. Now someone asks and you have to think about what year you were born.
Beth and I are back in Illinois. We are now living in Chambana (Champaign-Urbana) with Anya and Jasper (our furry children). We've been together for almost 4 years now. FOUR YEARS. Can you believe it? I know, sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe it. We're happy. Things haven't been perfect. We've been stressed and stretched to the breaking point and we've argued and had days of silence. Don't seem so shocked. No one is perfect. But we're definitely happy. Together. We've grown so close in the last few years. She's my best friend and my lover. She's the woman I want to spend my life with. Yes, I've told her these things. I don't let a day go by without reminding her how much I love her. But I don't know how to sum up the last three years (since I wrote in my journal). It's been up, down, inside, outside, forward and back again ... it's been an adventure. But I wouldn't change anything ... Well, I would change one thing - I wouldn't know who Lou Gehrig was ...
I have made a promise to myself to keep this journal going. How long do you think it will last this time?
So much has changed! Let's see, where do I begin? There's too much. First I'll explain why I've started writing again. I was visiting someone's Myspace page and I wanted to see what their blog said (I haven't talked to this person in a long time and wanted to read his thoughts). It said that he did his blogging on Livejournal. Oh Livejournal. I tried awhile back to sign into this account, but couldn't remember the password. I remember feeling like I had lost a piece of myself and knew I'd never find it again. For some reason this time, I remembered the password on my first try. Hmmm, interesting. So I reread all of my journal entries ... and this is where I can't find a word to explain how I felt ... First, I was amazed that I wrote some of those entries. I didn't know I could write so well. Second, it was definitely a blast from the past. So many memories. So much emotion. So, then I remembered that I had access to Beth's journal and wanted to see what that was like, because it had been so long since I read her journal and I don't think I ever read the entire thing. Her journal went on for FIVE years ... craziness. But it got me thinking ... I want to start journaling again. I want to reread this journal when I'm 45 and remember what I was like today.
So that's it. Here I am again. 23 ... I mean, 24 years old now. It's funny how you forget how old you are as you get older. When you're younger and someone asks how old you are, you say ... I'm 7 years, 6 days, and 3 hours old. Now someone asks and you have to think about what year you were born.
Beth and I are back in Illinois. We are now living in Chambana (Champaign-Urbana) with Anya and Jasper (our furry children). We've been together for almost 4 years now. FOUR YEARS. Can you believe it? I know, sometimes I have to pinch myself to believe it. We're happy. Things haven't been perfect. We've been stressed and stretched to the breaking point and we've argued and had days of silence. Don't seem so shocked. No one is perfect. But we're definitely happy. Together. We've grown so close in the last few years. She's my best friend and my lover. She's the woman I want to spend my life with. Yes, I've told her these things. I don't let a day go by without reminding her how much I love her. But I don't know how to sum up the last three years (since I wrote in my journal). It's been up, down, inside, outside, forward and back again ... it's been an adventure. But I wouldn't change anything ... Well, I would change one thing - I wouldn't know who Lou Gehrig was ...
I have made a promise to myself to keep this journal going. How long do you think it will last this time?