nostalgia.

This morning I peeked back at my first entries in this diary. It was over 8 years ago that I started writing here. I was almost 17 years old. I was dating my first real boyfriend. I fell in love for the first time. I had so many feelings. I was chaotic. I was a mess!

It’s fun to go back and remember. As I sit at my desk at work. To think about where I was – heading into my senior year of high school. Growing out my hair. Working at the mall. Trying not to wear my glasses every day so they didn’t become "My whole face". Nervous for the future, the unknown, and excited about everything it held for me.

Before Sean, before Tom, before graduation, before moving away from home, before learning to cook. Before the parties, boys, roommates, new car.

How far we’ve come, friends. How far we’ve come.

Hot Pink

August 11, 2010

Weird. I staretd mine going into grade 7. GRADE SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 hey, I like you. Be with me for always. k.thanx.

Mizzle

Ah. Oh, life.

Strongbad

Yup. Nostalgia…what a rush…without actually moving. It would be a bit neat if there was an actual rush of the wind everytime one thought back to the past…or a twilight effect and sprinkling of chimes like on after school tv shows.

thescience

August 12, 2010

My first entry was about an Ewok I met at Disney World. Although I have previous history on OD that goes waaay back to Grade 9. Thankfully I can’t read those entries anymore – I’d be much too afraid to so anyways.

amaz

August 14, 2010

I had made a diary when I was 16 on here – I’m glad I’ve forgotten the login name – I’d hate to think what I had written!

I started mine when I was 19, I think. Things have definitely changed since then for me too! Feels like another life back then. Ryn: Thanks for your note 🙂 I appreciate it a lot.

ryn: hey, that’s a pretty sweet mantra, i might have to steal that 😀 yeah, i always forget to be okay with FEELING things, you know? it’s something i’m just learning really. i guess these particular feelings just haven’t completely worked their way through yet, and i just have to be okay with that. thank you.