While April has the memories of the past at her house where she can touch and look at them whenever she wants, mine are buried here in my parents house in a memory box locked up in a chest in the closet with the rest of my belongings. 15 min of diiging through to find the chest and another 15 min looking for the key. Now I have the memory box in front of me ready to be opened. The memory box itself has memories of The Bombay Company and the money I spent on things there for my friends and family.
I wonder if I really want to open this up. Do I really want to relive the memories. Part of me want to put the box back, but another part of me says that within the writings of the past are the answers to the future.
**sigh** Without further ado….
A 50-something pretending to live in California.