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.
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?