i was just reading through my older posts-taking inventory of my state of mind and trying to view everything objectively...(to see if maybe i am insane) but what i found extremely peculiar is how not only do i remember what and how i was feeling, but i also remember the dreams i wrote down, as if they were memories of mine too. why is that?
today jake and i leave for flordia. jake-hah! so knight has a real name. i figure, at this point in time, it is ok to use real names. somehow, we made it through the craziness of breaking it off with significant others, distance, and time. my knight (in a shiny green suit) moved home, got a job in the area....i got a teaching job, we got engaged, bought a house, and are getting married in about 2 months.
i'm struck by the humor in this post. i have so many long, drawn out, dramatic entries about our lives and occurences *you know with love, comes strange currencies/REM* and all this "stuff" and thoughts, and songs, but somehow i can sum up the last 3 or 4 years with 2 sentences. how funny is that? maybe i've matured? maybe i am older? maybe i am out of practice. it does however feel good to write what is on my mind again. let's see how long this lasts. more later? i've got a lot of catching up to do!