Cleaning Up
September 30, 2002
I began boxing some stuff that I won’t be bringing to Japan because my parents may rent out the basement. While stuffing things like my textbooks, notebooks, personal effects, etc, I stumbled onto my box of memories - a shoebox filled with stuff from girlfriends, friends, would-be lovers, and other people that in some way or another impacted my life.
I don’t think I could get myself to go through each piece of item so meticulously if it were a few years back. Some of the memories were just too painful to revive. Today, as an older and wiser self, I went through each item remembering whom it was that gave it to me, the reason, the situations, my state of mind, and the like. I’ve concluded that even though I think I lead a pretty mundane life today (that I’m content with), I had a pretty crazy life back then. If it were three years ago, I would have said that that life was horrible and traumatic, filled with hate, anger, tears, and fear. Today, I know that there were just as many happy moments as there were sad moments. Some affected my life and turned it from its path while others barely nudge me along the path and go unnoticed. For all its worth, I’m glad I went through everything that I did. It’s shaped me to become the god-like being I am today.
That’s all. Back to stuffing crap into boxes. I’m fucking leaving in nine days and I’m feeling glummy.
