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Gah, I think I am FINALLY unpacked.
Strange that it should take me so long cuz I didn't actually bring that much stuff. Clothes and books were the bulk of what I brought. I bought a few trinkets and posters, but not many since Rich's place is already pretty full of stuff. And of course I brought makeup and shampoo and all that stuff, but I don't have a lot of "extra" products, just the basics.
Nevertheless, Rich and I were watching some news station last night that was talking about the situation in New Orleans and it got me thinking. I don't consider myself a very materialistic person, but I cannot imagine being left with literally nothing, as so many people there were. I wouldn't be sad about losing clothes or even my books and CDs, cuz all that stuff could be replaced over time. But losing my journals, all the stories I've written, all the photos I've taken over the years would be devastating. I could have left my journals, stories, and photos home, could pack them up to live in a box in our new condo's basement, but I decided to bring them with me instead. I like having those items close since, unlike the things I mentioned before, they can't ever be replaced. Sure, I'll always remember the events and people I've written about or taken pictures of, and my story is something I'll *always* know, but it just wouldn't be the same. Hell, I've had several online journals over the past 7 years or so, all of which have been abandoned and in most cases, have long since been deleted. Maybe I'm some weird kind of narcissist, but I regret never having saved or printed out those old diaries. Of course I know what happened to me during those years, but reading the actual thoughts I had around the time events actually occurred is a totally different thing.
I'm not trying to make any incredible point with this, it's just something I was thinking about. Cleaning out stalls in the morning gives me a lot of time to just think. :p If I sat down at a computer directly afterwards, I'm sure my entries would be a lot more interesting!
I guess I've just been feeling blah today. I didn't eat very well, so I'm not feeling physically stellar, and I'm still a bit sad about Rich and I. I do think our living together is going to be okay. It's true that not much has changed between us but I can't help feeling that *something* is different and that slight emptiness is what hurts.
Anyway, speaking of pictures, I bought a new camera and I'm taking it to the barn tomorrow. Today the deer were very close and there were about five or six of them! They didn't even run away when I went in the pasture to clean/fill the big waterbucket. Hopefully they will be there tomorrow or later in the week, cuz I'd love to get some pictures of them. I just love how they don't mind the horses being there and vice versa-- that's not usually the case, horses and deer are usually afraid of each other!
That's all for now. Happy first day of classes tomorrow to those of you from URI. This better be the last "first day of classes" I ever have to experience at that freaking school. :p
Strange that it should take me so long cuz I didn't actually bring that much stuff. Clothes and books were the bulk of what I brought. I bought a few trinkets and posters, but not many since Rich's place is already pretty full of stuff. And of course I brought makeup and shampoo and all that stuff, but I don't have a lot of "extra" products, just the basics.
Nevertheless, Rich and I were watching some news station last night that was talking about the situation in New Orleans and it got me thinking. I don't consider myself a very materialistic person, but I cannot imagine being left with literally nothing, as so many people there were. I wouldn't be sad about losing clothes or even my books and CDs, cuz all that stuff could be replaced over time. But losing my journals, all the stories I've written, all the photos I've taken over the years would be devastating. I could have left my journals, stories, and photos home, could pack them up to live in a box in our new condo's basement, but I decided to bring them with me instead. I like having those items close since, unlike the things I mentioned before, they can't ever be replaced. Sure, I'll always remember the events and people I've written about or taken pictures of, and my story is something I'll *always* know, but it just wouldn't be the same. Hell, I've had several online journals over the past 7 years or so, all of which have been abandoned and in most cases, have long since been deleted. Maybe I'm some weird kind of narcissist, but I regret never having saved or printed out those old diaries. Of course I know what happened to me during those years, but reading the actual thoughts I had around the time events actually occurred is a totally different thing.
I'm not trying to make any incredible point with this, it's just something I was thinking about. Cleaning out stalls in the morning gives me a lot of time to just think. :p If I sat down at a computer directly afterwards, I'm sure my entries would be a lot more interesting!
I guess I've just been feeling blah today. I didn't eat very well, so I'm not feeling physically stellar, and I'm still a bit sad about Rich and I. I do think our living together is going to be okay. It's true that not much has changed between us but I can't help feeling that *something* is different and that slight emptiness is what hurts.
Anyway, speaking of pictures, I bought a new camera and I'm taking it to the barn tomorrow. Today the deer were very close and there were about five or six of them! They didn't even run away when I went in the pasture to clean/fill the big waterbucket. Hopefully they will be there tomorrow or later in the week, cuz I'd love to get some pictures of them. I just love how they don't mind the horses being there and vice versa-- that's not usually the case, horses and deer are usually afraid of each other!
That's all for now. Happy first day of classes tomorrow to those of you from URI. This better be the last "first day of classes" I ever have to experience at that freaking school. :p
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