Rebirths and reconnections


Another busy week, but somehow there’s a feeling of rebirth in the air. Finally got around to re-seeding some of the bare spots in my poor little yard, and though it left me a couple hundred dollars poorer, had someone come in and do thoroughly clean up and trim all of the bushes and shrubs. I almost fainted when I got home, it was so lovely! Will also be starting a new project at work on Monday, which I’m both excited and scared about. To top it all off, I completed refinancing on the mortgage today! Upheavals everywhere.

Two weeks after the high school reunion, I’m still very much in nostalgia mode. Bought some photo album software and started categorizing and keywording every photo I’ve collected since starting to shoot pictures, which was about 1990. Hunting for lost names and events has been quite an experience, as has been realizing just how much familiar faces have changed since then, or 1995, or even 2000. I’m a little ashamed to admit it, but the whole process has initiated a bit of googlestalking as well. Still, if it results in any reconnections with old friends, it’ll all have been worth it.

Speaking of reconnecting, Grimm will be back in town this weekend for a visit. Huzzah!

Anyone else?

  • I miss that feeling of rebirth... the air may be hot, like a blast oven, but it's also stagnant and choking.

    My nightmares speak of it every evening, when near dawn, I finally lay my head down on the pillow.

    Oddly, that's why I haven't been reading blogs, either. I fear that the world has changed around me and I am the only one left behind. Langoliers? Or just skating away on the thin ice of a new day....

  • As I drove the U-Haul truck out of Pennsylvania chasing a gorgeous sunset, I couldn't help but feel like it was somehow a fitting close to this chapter of my life. Now, the last week or so, I've started rediscovering my hometown. It's been like a rebirth for me.

  • TheCheerfulOne

    It's a nostalgic time alright. I just googlestalked (okay, well I actually hit the alumni website) an old friend of mine from 8th grade yesterday and fired off an email. The problem is nostalgia stinks if they don't write back...curiousity is never cured...let's hope for a word, shall we?

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