May nostalgia

Someone who knew me well once told me that I wasn't introspective enough,

which I thought was hilarious

considering, you know

like the fact that I have more no-longer-blank blank books than anyone I know (besides my sister, maybe).

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Roughly

ten years ago, I graduated from highschool, having found best friends, having figured out (at last) that life could be about fun as well as about reading books.

Seven years ago, I left Santa Chiara for Budapest, with only a backpack and Karis. The next six weeks were a most perfect time in my life.


Five years ago, Megan and Hallie and Lucy were baptized. I went into a tailspin shortly after, from which I have been continually trying to recover ever since.

Two years ago, I prepared to spend a month camping across America. Near perfection, again.

One year ago, I found out I was pregnant.

At 18, it's easy to believe that ten years have passed since you were eight, because you can't even remember being eight. There may be a few elusive memories of ten, and memory starts kicking in around 12. But at 28 you can remember exactly what it felt like to be 18 and 21 and 24,

"like it was yesterday,"

and so it's hard to believe that it's been ten years.

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Things I want:

quilting foot for sewing machine
reprodot gift certificate
jo-ann gift certificate
(I want to make another quilt)
this for rosie’s room, or this
new jeans (no idea which)
long cardigan