I went on a wild hunt for my collection of stamps and my embossing heat tool, which led to me pulling out all of the Christmas decorations and putting them up. I’m missing some…particularly a set of moose stuffed animals that I put out on my entertainment center. (My mom and pops gave them to me when I was younger because the girl moose’s name is Holly Moose. I forget the boy’s name, but his antlers light up.) I also can’t seem to find my fake Christmas tree, but I’m not 100% sure that I didn’t give it away at some point. I’m more of a real tree gal, and I may have sworn off using fake ones at some point. This year, we decided to have our first Christmas up at the cabin, which might feel more like Christmas since it’ll be snowing. I’ve never been to the snow with D before, so that’ll be a lot of fun. I think that I will opt for buying one of those mini trees, since we won’t even be here on Christmas. There’s also not much room for my tree with my new ginormous couches. I also need to buy a stocking for Nikki. Right now she’s the only one missing one. 

After getting distracted with the Christmas decorating, I found two boxes of old letters and photographs. I started reading some of he letters (most were from my brother) and got all emotional. I miss that guy so much. Thankfully, I’ll only have to endure the rest of this year and next without him. 

It wasn’t until after I read through various letters that I went back to my stamp hunt. I found my two boxes of stamps along with my embossing tool, which means it was a successful night. In the same box, I found 3 very old journals. One was a journal-journal, with thoughts. The other two were filled with various poems and prose that I wrote in middle school and high school. Some of them were cringe-worthy while reading, while others had me questioning my sanity as a child. It’s funny to see how different my style of writing is now compared to back then. I’ve made so much progress over the years. Still, I think that I’ll type them up and add them to this blog, for preservation and a good laugh. So stay tuned!

2 thoughts on “Progression.

  1. rara says:

    Looking forward to reading more from your past.

    I think I might be envious of the history that you have. When I left Singapore I donated almost every book I owned, and I believe almost every article of clothing that I didn’t bring with me either. I only had a small suitcase, a 68cm one I believe, if not a 58, a backpack which held my white MacBook, my violin and snatches of memories. So much I wanted to forget, so much I didn’t care to remember.

    I feel adrift some times, like a boat without an anchor. I usually have a rudder, or at least a paddle, so I keep going forward… But never back. We can never go back.


    • Anders says:

      I understand that feeling of leaving all behind and keeping eyes straight ahead. Over the years though, I’ve learned to appreciate all that’s behind me, because I wouldn’t be me without those things, no matter how good or bad they are.


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