Where does it go?
My husband and I moved at the end of May. It was an ordeal and a half. Two months later, we're still wading through boxes. Needless to say, I'm never moving again.I was going to write this long blog about how much insanity we went through; but decided not to. I have decided to embrace the challenges we had that day as "character building" exercises and let it go.
There was one part of the moving trip that I will share with you all; and that was when I found a dusty box at the back of my closet marked "Memory Box". I honestly had no idea what was in there; but I was very happy to have found it. Within in, I found a treasure trove of stuff from my past.
I found old pictures, baseball cards, autographs and trophies from my basketball glory days. I really should look into getting back into basketball; I remember having such a fun time playing the game.
I then stumbled across a pile of folded up pieces of paper. Truly puzzled, I started to open them up and found they were letters from my past 'loves'. I started reading them and felt a sting of nostalgia run through me. I was so in love back then with Tom/Dick/Harry. Little sweet nothings such as "I just wanted to drop you a note to say I was thinking about you all day", and "I can't believe I found someone as incredible as you" ran through these notes from Tom/Dick/Harry.
I smiled, I giggled, I sighed.
What happened to all that love I felt for Tom/Dick/Harry? I remember being crazy in love for Tom/Dick/Harry and now I'm married to someone who isn't Tom/Dick/Harry. What happened to all that energy, that passion, that drive? Does it transfer to someone else? Does it escape into the vast cosmos never to be seen again?
Perhaps I'm reading way too much into a small stack of papers found in the back of my closet. I guess I'm just trying to make sense of a senseless world .
posted by MagicalCoffeeCup @ 8:48 AM
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2 Comments:
These little notes from the past bring us back to a time of innocence and happiness; back to a world when nothing mattered except having a good time; back when bills and responsibilities were seemingly non-existent. It is always a nice escape from reality to look back at these timeless memories and reflect on not only the joys we had, but also reflect on the long road we've travelled to get to where we are. Each such instance does not leave one's soul but adds to the individuality of their essence. It is not only the hardships (of moving) that helps build character, all the joys we've experienced have also strengthened our characters.
Dude, I tried getting all philosphical with this comment but I am not too sure it worked.
I was just talking to Folta and we agree, it goes right here *point point*
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