do all of my posts have to have meaning?
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bear is sitting in a cardboard box of old memories i left on the couch, sleeping contentedly. i decided to look through the box, still packed tightly 6 months after moving in, when i discovered it in my newly re-arranged closet. even though the practical side of my brain told me not to worry about unpacking it, since i will most likely be moving again within a few months, i couldnt resist a look. turns out, there is a lot of junk in this box - stuff i filed that ill never need (and truly, is not really filed since its not in a filing cabinet), a few reams of printer paper for the printer that i do NOT own, and several large envelopes filled with various sentimental items ive saved over the years. there was some merit in going through this hodgepodge, however. i found some pictures of my first trip to norway that made me laugh. deb and thomas trying hard to look tough but mostly coming off emotional, the 4 pictures the photo booth took of the four of us - where were we? germany? i cant tell, the clothes were mostly the same, regardless of where we were - and the pic of me, hair soaked (the little bit i had back then), just pulling my head out of the icy stream filip told me would be refreshing. refreshing, indeed.
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i am having that same feeling again, glad to be home, but sad to be alone.
3 comments:
just try to stay busy, so as to keep you mind off it.
i know a bit about feelings of loneliness.
you could always read your book. or give me a call.
I'd say you'd read your book. :)
thanks robbie. just might do that.
im sure your book would like that :)
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