24 June 2008

In our new home–

Here now, first chance to write. This is our house, our home. It still doesn’t feel real. Lots of work.

photo-13

Going through pics tonite, I came across ones I took of Eric* on his graduation day. I’ve been thinking of him lately because I’ve been reading Into the Wild for summer school and Chris M just rinds me of him. Then I read my journal from those days and cried. How in love I was, how hurt, how he made me excited about life. Youth. Then the mention of S on a few pages, the words from the last time I saw him, almost 4 years ago — how terribly sad, tragic. How my life has changed. His?

*Named changed.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s