Okay, so here I sit again today. I have been packing even more stuff. This house looks so weird with things in boxes and empty closets. I don't think I have even seen it so barren. I have been loving in my grandmothers old house for the past nine or so years. My brother lived here before me for a few years. The house was never really cleaned out or the old books put away or things like that. So to see all the cupboards with only the old style liner paper that needs to be held in place with a tack is weird looking.
I was going through some old letters that I had saved from when I first got here. That was so long ago it seems. I mean not just in terms of time, but in terms of where I thought my life was headed and what I my ideals were. The letters are a nice reminder of where I have come from and also in a way help me see what I can still work towards. Yes in those boxes of letters are the letters from past girlfriends. I look at them and I don't feel like "Oh, I want to get back together with that person." I look at those letters and think hey that's where I was. And, man, was I noncommittal. For the longest time, I was living by the montra that I was going to be a bachlor for life. Looking at the letters, lets me see the mistakes that I made and how I am not in that montra. I think of Kim and I see how good things can be and how we do really fit. It was that fit that I was looking for without even really knowing that I was looking for it. I am going to hold one to those two boxes. I think it may also help in the future with any kids that we might have.
I must admit though...I did like the long hair that I had. Except for the messy bathroom that it would contribute to, it was fun to have. But now the shaved head is a better move for me, as the hair slowly creeps back, I can't imagine how funny the length in the back would look with the thinning top. Well, my coffee is looking like it needs a refill and the gutters aren't going to clean themselves.
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