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terrypurple73What IS this? Summer of everyone coming back into Theresa’s life? Or more specifically, summer of ex-boyfriends coming back into Theresa’s life? I just got email from Jon. The last time I talked to him? I think he and Jenn and I had coffee that first summer after college started. Yeah, that’s probably the last time. So Jon wants to know how life is treating me. And Pickle and I are going to have pie or something some time before we go back to school. Good lord. This is bizarre.
I had today off of work, so I spent the day in the same way I’ve spent the last two Saturdays- not getting dressed until three in the afternoon. And being completely unproductive. These days feel halfway justified, somehow, even though I spend my evenings in much the same way.
My mom helped me do more cleaning in my room today, and it’s been an eventful time re-discovering little mementos from high school, etc. I found Space Gumby, Maureen the squealing ladybug, some little trolls, and my cap from graduation. We also took down nearly everything that hung on my walls and put it all in bins- one to pack away to save, and one to bring to Omaha. We took down everything that I’d stuck in the frame of my big mirror. Now I feel like a dwarf when I look in it, since the visible mirror space has probably doubled. Aside from the overflowing closet and the piles next to it, my room looks pretty darn naked. It’s just hard trying to go through everything. Part of me wants to save everything, and part of me wants to throw it all in the trash so that I don’t have to make any decisions about it. I’m having to realize that this house will not always be ours, this room will not always be mine, these memories will not always hold significance, and I will not always have a use for everything that I have clung to for so long.
I had today off of work, so I spent the day in the same way I’ve spent the last two Saturdays- not getting dressed until three in the afternoon. And being completely unproductive. These days feel halfway justified, somehow, even though I spend my evenings in much the same way.
My mom helped me do more cleaning in my room today, and it’s been an eventful time re-discovering little mementos from high school, etc. I found Space Gumby, Maureen the squealing ladybug, some little trolls, and my cap from graduation. We also took down nearly everything that hung on my walls and put it all in bins- one to pack away to save, and one to bring to Omaha. We took down everything that I’d stuck in the frame of my big mirror. Now I feel like a dwarf when I look in it, since the visible mirror space has probably doubled. Aside from the overflowing closet and the piles next to it, my room looks pretty darn naked. It’s just hard trying to go through everything. Part of me wants to save everything, and part of me wants to throw it all in the trash so that I don’t have to make any decisions about it. I’m having to realize that this house will not always be ours, this room will not always be mine, these memories will not always hold significance, and I will not always have a use for everything that I have clung to for so long.
