It's business, it's business time! I love 3 day weekends. So... unproductive. I feel more tired when I'm done with them. What can I say? I like to party?
Not really.
I recently went back to my old house to pick up a few more things I overlooked. It's a barren, lifeless place now.
I have some push-up bars, stretch bands, many plastic hangers, loose change, an electronic drum machine, more HS art work, architectural drafting work... I have college notebooks I can hardly decipher. Partly due to my bad handwriting, but also due to forgetting. It's like I flew off to never-land after college graduation. "Never went to grad school" land. haha
One item that I was amazed to never taken with me on the first trip over was a book of poems with "For Justin Only" written on the front. I person I dated 5-6 years ago entrusted me with her personal collection of poems and writings. I was 21, she had just turned 19. It was a very special honor to be entrusted with this material.
The writings spanned from Jr. High through High school. Some were whimsical and silly, many others were deeply personal. It was what you would expect from an adolescent/juvenile who lived life rebelliously.
It was very much... a blessing that I was welcome into this part of her world. But a curse, in that every story needs a happy ending, right? Whoever and whatever happened before, it was me that's there at the time....
Well, despite the few personal notes I had along with it, I don't know where I stood in the end. We get along now. She dates a good friend of mine, which she happened to meet though separate circumstances. We know the same people, I guess.
I am thankful for finding the book. I like to reminisce, as opposed to being bitter or sad.
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