Home and the Memories Therein

I am home for the weekend in my lovely little town of wonders.  It is truly a great feeling to be home.  I feel stressed for some reason, and I am in a particularly reminiscent mood.  If you want to join in, listen to the music videos below.

So I had this pile of miscellaneous things that I took out of a shoebox (what, I needed the shoebox.), and it was on the ground bugging me by it's messiness.  I picked up some of the items and memories rushed back to me.  I may or may not have teared up violently when I picked up a movie stub from 2005 when I went and saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  Then I found my yellowing receipt for Deathly Hallows, and I still honestly cannot believe I payed 22.35 for it, because it is worth way more than that to me.  Way more.

 I found some notes from my best friends in 7th grade, and even a picture of my very best friend then, McKell.  We went to see almost all of the Harry Potters together.  I will be forever grateful for her. I even found one of the first notes that Emma wrote to me.  One of the first things she asked? "Do you like swimming?"  I found the letters Kemy, TiA, and Emma wrote to me when I didn't get to buy my yearbook.

 I found the cairn I made at girls camp to remind me to live a virtuous life.  My scrapbooks from those girls camps.  My Camp Rock balloon that I had laughed at (I secretly liked Camp Rock. Shhh).  I even found my very first cell phone!  And one of my favorite things?  An invitation my grandma sent me to see if I would go see Nancy Drew with her.  It was a magical day.  I have a magical grandma. Anyway.

I just want to say: Where in the crap did all of the time go?  I remember being in 7th grade and talking to my friends about liking this kid, or code naming the cutest guys.  I remember touring Brigham with Laura in 10th grade.  I remember walking to school for many years with my Penny and Penni!  It even feels like a really long time since I was accepted to college.  I was so worried.  Ha.

Now I am visiting my room that I hardly sleep in anymore (and is still messy from packing!).   Sorry if this reminiscent stuff is bringing you down.  Dang.

Well, new memories are being made every day!

Love,
Mariah