My arrival

I don't throw things away.

For years I've kept every letter, card, article of clothing, and gift I'll never use. I've allowed this (and my lack of organizational skills) to take over my living space and life to the point that not a single patch of carpet is visible, I became trapped in my own memories.

I've spent the week compacting my life down, throwing away things I thought I wouldn't ever need again, and packing up what I thought I would. During my frenzy my father said to me "you'll be surprised how much this stuff will mean to you later in life, you don't have to throw it all away."

I already miss my old diary, rave bracelets, and mobiles. I suppose one day I may want to read about my fifth grade crush on Woody Wilson or revisit the oomch oomch of Bad Boy Bill via plastic beads, but alas... it's in the trash in Garland Tx, and I am now a resident of Kingwood Tx (just outside Houston).

It's a bit of a catharsis I suppose.

I'm experiencing a mixture of emotions right now. Excitement about my new journey in life, and fear of the unknown. Gratitude is also a big one. I'm grateful towards Sam and Rob who are helping me get my life onto a different and more productive path, to those who helped me realize my downward spiral, and especially my parents for their unconditional love, understanding, and support.

Oh, and special thanks to Dad for fixing my power supply, boo on me for leaving it in Dallas.

Change doesn't come easy for me, but I'm going to breathe and take it day by day, goal by goal.

First goal... to find a job. Wee.

Off to read and hope for sleep, even though I know it probably won't come. I can't seem to turn my brain off these days, even worse than normal. Hopefully that ability will come with a more healthy life style.

Night night.