number 139 good ole times

i finally have a new home that is all mine for the first time ever. i can do what ever i want in here. i have a neighbor that wakes me up (infact just a minute ago) with cries of passion REGULARLY. i have the internet. i have a car that is not mine but i can use just 2 steps away, colourful kings cross just down the road, loads of high white walls just waiting to be dirtied AND fresh custom made shoe shelves, built by ME! along with all of this liberation, comes a lot of sorting and late nights sifting over old things.

i once had a book that i used to write things in which i would be really interested in finding, can't find it yet. i have found some prized notes and incredible photo's that reminded me of being so in love that you could meld into that person, late night drinking coffee and eating sesame bars in bed, and pieces of my twenties i had totally forgotten about. i am now again at the point of where do you store all of these memories, when part of them you really do not want to look at because it reminds you of things that aren't real anymore, or makes you scared that you would rather build shelves than spend your months 2 day wage on 1 item of clothing...

i don't keep everything, but i figure one day a little person might want to look over some of it. i guess i had limited my viewing of this memorabilia over past years because i tend to feel i can get carried away or, i am in love with a bunch of lost memories that can't be forgotten. looking through all of these clues has just reminded me how good things can be at certain times in your life, and how much things change.

a post card that was sent to my mother, 1999...good times