  today i began packing. so far i only have half a box full, but don't you worry i am just getting started. in that half of a box, though, are two journals. both only a quarter full. i read them both today. one is from when i was 18 and 19 and the other is from when i was 16 and 17. they are amazing to read.
the way i used to write, the things i did, the things that were important to me. i was surprized by how thoughtful and mature i was at 16. but i still just talked about boys mostly. thats just what i talk about now, so i don't know why it would have been any different. but it was amazing to spend an hour reading what a wrote years ago. it was like reading someone else's life. so im saving these journals. most of me wants to throw them away, but i am saving them none the less. for historic value or something maybe. or maybe so that i can be amazed again in another four years. i miss the boyfriend i have now. i don't know where he is. 
