The things we keep

Going through the boxes in the attic I came across pile of old notes my first boy and I exchanged throughout our first couple years of high school. We stopped dating in 2002 when I graduated yet here they have remained with me for the last 10 years. They lived in a box at my parent’s house until sometime after I moved back to jersey, and have been living with me for the last 4 years, having 3 different homes total.

Going through things you saved from the past can be a bit like re-watching a tv show
you loved as a child. Not nearly as awesome as you remembered them to be. 

Since I broke up with this said former boyfriend, I have not read a single one of these letters. Prior to us breaking up I had not really read them either. Just collected them in a pile and then shoved them in a box and forgot about them.

Missing images

I futzed with some settings on my flickr account and now all my back post images are missing. (On this blog but not my art blog... which is good I suppose *knock on wood*) I will be going back before the next post and fixing it. Fortunately, there aren't that many pictures that it should take me forever but it will still be annoying. Arg.

Moving On and Pomodoro

MOVING ON

Long time no post. Things have been busy here in the cluttered land of Christine. Long story short- I'm moving.

Max likes moving because it means he can play in the attic and lay on that nasty ass carpet.