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Oct. 24th, 2004 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geekchickOkay, so maybe I'm not done with the nostalgia thing. These pictures are bringing back all sorts of memories.
There are the shots from the summer of 1991, from a party at my then-boyfriend's apartment. That was the summer that I got called home and to the hospital on Father's Day weekend since it was clear then that my father wasn't ever going to be going back home. I spent probably more of my time that summer afterwards drinking than I really needed to. And there are a couple of shots from the one party I threw at my own apartment, the one that caused me to still not be able to consider drinking Southern Comfort more than a decade later, and that night that I don't remember anything after about 11 PM. And pictures of me and my roommate K.; we had been inseparable from freshman year on, until about halfway through junior year when we had a fight that ended up with us not speaking to each other for the last five months of the year other than the barest minimum necessary. I certainly did my share to contribute to that situation, but I still miss that really close friendship that we had for a few years.
Lest you think these are all depressing memories of that summer, they're not. More than anything else, they remind me of how much fun I had hanging out with these guys and how much energy I used to have back then. I could go out until the wee hours of the morning, get up to be at work at 8:30 AM, and do it all again the next night. Now? Not so much.
And then there are the pictures with my fiance. B. is an excellent guy who deserved much better than me (I don't feel quite like elaborating on that at the moment), and I hope that he's still doing well; it's been a little while since I last talked to him.
Here are pictures with my senior year roommates; we all look so happy, even in the one snapshot on graduation day where it's obvious we've all been crying. I'd lost touch with all of them. I found out recently one of them lives about two miles from me; we got together for coffee once, and I've made a couple of overtures since then, but nothing's come from them. I'm working on the assumption now that she's not interested in resuming a friendship as we don't seem to have much in common anymore. I'll make a couple more casual attempts to reach out, and if they're rebuffed, I don't want to keep pestering. I did hear from one of the other roommates last year with an update, but my depression was such that I put off responding to her email until "later", and later has yet to arrive. I really ought to send her a note and apologize for being so useless as far as correspondence goes.
And here are pictures of my trip to England and Wales with Steve and K., and trips to Chicago and Aspen with Nicola, and the Edmonton Folk Festival with Steve and K. again. Hee! Pictures of the Oysterband and Great Big Sea on one of the tiny side stages. Too bad those photos weren't framed very well. And my first real Christmas tree of my very own, which I bought and decorated with Nicola when he was out on business. And Gateway as a tiny little kitten with a great big head.
I regret sometimes not taking as many pictures as I used to, maybe it's time to pick up that habit again.
There are the shots from the summer of 1991, from a party at my then-boyfriend's apartment. That was the summer that I got called home and to the hospital on Father's Day weekend since it was clear then that my father wasn't ever going to be going back home. I spent probably more of my time that summer afterwards drinking than I really needed to. And there are a couple of shots from the one party I threw at my own apartment, the one that caused me to still not be able to consider drinking Southern Comfort more than a decade later, and that night that I don't remember anything after about 11 PM. And pictures of me and my roommate K.; we had been inseparable from freshman year on, until about halfway through junior year when we had a fight that ended up with us not speaking to each other for the last five months of the year other than the barest minimum necessary. I certainly did my share to contribute to that situation, but I still miss that really close friendship that we had for a few years.
Lest you think these are all depressing memories of that summer, they're not. More than anything else, they remind me of how much fun I had hanging out with these guys and how much energy I used to have back then. I could go out until the wee hours of the morning, get up to be at work at 8:30 AM, and do it all again the next night. Now? Not so much.
And then there are the pictures with my fiance. B. is an excellent guy who deserved much better than me (I don't feel quite like elaborating on that at the moment), and I hope that he's still doing well; it's been a little while since I last talked to him.
Here are pictures with my senior year roommates; we all look so happy, even in the one snapshot on graduation day where it's obvious we've all been crying. I'd lost touch with all of them. I found out recently one of them lives about two miles from me; we got together for coffee once, and I've made a couple of overtures since then, but nothing's come from them. I'm working on the assumption now that she's not interested in resuming a friendship as we don't seem to have much in common anymore. I'll make a couple more casual attempts to reach out, and if they're rebuffed, I don't want to keep pestering. I did hear from one of the other roommates last year with an update, but my depression was such that I put off responding to her email until "later", and later has yet to arrive. I really ought to send her a note and apologize for being so useless as far as correspondence goes.
And here are pictures of my trip to England and Wales with Steve and K., and trips to Chicago and Aspen with Nicola, and the Edmonton Folk Festival with Steve and K. again. Hee! Pictures of the Oysterband and Great Big Sea on one of the tiny side stages. Too bad those photos weren't framed very well. And my first real Christmas tree of my very own, which I bought and decorated with Nicola when he was out on business. And Gateway as a tiny little kitten with a great big head.
I regret sometimes not taking as many pictures as I used to, maybe it's time to pick up that habit again.
