I'm starting to pack up my apartment because Steve and I bought a house. At first, I thought buying a house was a great thing--and don't get me wrong, it is--but now I'm finding it to be another step in the direction of getting old, a melancholy thought to say the least. Or so I thought until I pondered the prospect of being old someday (and when I say old, I mean really old--like barely walking, grumpy lady, old as dirt old). Really, getting older doesn't bother me so much, or at least tonight it doesn't. As I start to pack away years of memories--love letters from Steve, old pictures of my brothers when they were Layla's age, my mother's encouraging card to me as a teenager--I remember these different points in my life and I am happy to have experienced them. In fact, it makes me want to experience more and since I can only do that with age, I've decided to do so happily. So I greet age with a smile on my face and hope that I'll find more time in my life to reminisce about the past as I have tonight because life is way too short but surely worth remembering!
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