morleyroarly | Thoughts about physical relationships and memories and stuff

Looking through my photographs of

avocado_tom is getting more and more frustrating. I only have so many photos of him, and I'm beginning to know the photos better than the physical *person*. (I know Tom very well, but we haven't had much face time). I'll be very happy to see him in person in just over two weeks.

I was at my storage unit yesterday with Reed, going through all my stuff and getting rid of things. Anyone want to come back to storage with me next week? I want to get rid of another eight to ten boxes worth - that way I can move everything in BonBon! If you come help me, I'll buy you lunch and you'll get first dibs on all the books, kitchenware and furniture I'm getting rid of.

Going through boxes yesterday I stumbled across an envelope of memories from my ex during college, Douglas. We dated long distance (he was in Chicago, I was in LA). It felt strange to look at photographs of him - I remember the photographs, but I can't remember what he looked like in *person* much. I commented to Reed "I don't even remember being with him!" I remember we 'dated', but it's such a hazy sort of memory - a series of snapshots, a series of photographs and places we visited. Very strange to look back on old ghosts like that.

It felt really good to throw away memories from Douglas, from Ian K., from Ian B. I can be a pack rat with that sort of stuff, and it felt great to throw it all out. I'm in such a good place right now that my past feels just that, past. So liberating!

Lots of cleansing, lots of letting go. Now I just want to get to Pittsburgh to start filling up my life with more permanent goodness!