2004-08-16, 4:58 p.m.,

yesterday we painted the new house and packed up the old one until we were simply exhausted.

There's something so emotional about going through old photo albums, letters, event tickets, etc. Especially since I'm a self confessed pack rat and keep everything. Oh yes, I found concert tickets from that's right 1990.

So I found lots of things I don't really know why I kept and didn't find a lot of things I wish I'd kept.

I wish I hadn't ripped everything I had of her into tiny little pieces. All those photos, letters, everything. I wish I had something more than just a few stupid pictures given to me after the fact.

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