my parents will be here in less than 24 hours.
am i ready?
umn, no... of course not.
but, at the very least, i am consistent. annoying, frustrating, but very consistent.
our apartment is a disaster area, for the most part, because i am in the midst of packing up all our shit so we can move in slightly over a week. it is messy, it is dirty, and i still have a huge amount of packing to actually do.
how is it i thought moving would be easier this time, since i'd be home and be able to do it in small bits.
my penchant for procrastination even gets to me, sometimes.
i have, however, had a very interesting time of going through my (our) things, and waxing reminiscent at all the Things i keep to preserve my memories. i am an admitted pack rat. and, while i don't keep everything anymore. i do keep a lot of peculiar little bits of things from my past.
it's times like these when i wish i had a functioning scanner and/or digital camera to fully illustrate exactly what kind of Things i keep.
this is especially true for hand-written things. especially now, when most of the correspondence i keep is digital, it's nice to have things that were physically written by someone. letters, birthday and holiday cards, lists of my own.
i have a lot of memories associated with the things piled in boxes that are now in my dining room. i like to remember. it amazes me how fondly i enjoy looking back on things and people and places. even ones that weren't so pleasant at the time.
it makes me realize just how much i've enjoyed my life so far. and it makes me wonder what kinds of things i'll be looking at in 10 to 20 years from now.
and, i wonder where i'll be and what i'll be doing then.
so, when some things in my life are harder than usual, i can think about these things.
...and wonder.