don't get me wrong. i am not homesick or something. i want to go home, yes, i would love to. i want to take from my old closet my old diaries i was writing since i was 13. diaries which are filled with my youthful endeavors. youthful thoughts and young life. i would love to see myself from the past. i would live to see how my views have changed. i would love to remember myself when i started finding my path. i would like to see how many difficulties, sorrows and dissapointments i have surpassed. i would like to feel how much i have grown. i want to read my early life history.
well, i basically want to get them and copy some of meaningful entries and have them included in this blog. i am getting excited putting these things into one piece. i have always wanted to do that. my brother and i had many conversations before that we have to come up with a title that best describes our lives. i have never gone that far, until lately. having the final title A TALE TO REMEMBER means i have to gather all my pieces and compile them into one manuscript. i am happy doing these. it makes me feel worthy just like every after each composition i make.
ugh! i'm getting anxious now. i want to go home exactly right now. i hope my mom didn't throw anything from my old closet. i already can see how old those boxes are which i sealed when i left in 2004. i can almost smell the old pages which turned into yellowish and probably the ink of the pen has faded as well.
i have to get those diaries whatever it takes!
well, i basically want to get them and copy some of meaningful entries and have them included in this blog. i am getting excited putting these things into one piece. i have always wanted to do that. my brother and i had many conversations before that we have to come up with a title that best describes our lives. i have never gone that far, until lately. having the final title A TALE TO REMEMBER means i have to gather all my pieces and compile them into one manuscript. i am happy doing these. it makes me feel worthy just like every after each composition i make.
ugh! i'm getting anxious now. i want to go home exactly right now. i hope my mom didn't throw anything from my old closet. i already can see how old those boxes are which i sealed when i left in 2004. i can almost smell the old pages which turned into yellowish and probably the ink of the pen has faded as well.
i have to get those diaries whatever it takes!
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