December 2009
4 posts
Christmas Eve
Yesterday, my parents and I celebrated Christmas. My mom is Christian and my dad and I are Jewish, so we make it work. Plus, although I hate the commercialization of Christmas, I not-so-secretly love Christmas. The smell of the tree filling the house, the Christmas music, the happiness, even the COLD. Yeah, my hands are freezing right now, but I do love walking outside in the brisk air.
The...
Memories are a large part of who I am. Not just what was going on at the time the memory was being created, but the people I was with at the time.
Which is why I need to get out of this city. Too many memories. Too many reminders of what once was, and of what can no longer be. People change. Sometimes that can be a good thing, but sometimes, it’s detrimental to friendships, even the...
“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the...”
– A wise woman, aka my boss. But she might have gotten it from someone else.
Hello, blogging world.
I don’t really know why I’ve decided to start a blog. Personally, I don’t like the idea of blogging. Putting out personal thoughts on the Internet just makes me feel like a layer of privacy—a very thick layer, for that matter—has been destroyed. Yeah, it has. So I’m not even sure why I’m doing this.
To me, blogs symbolize a need for personal attention, that people...