So today a 2d box arrived from my past ... and I know, I know : when I came across a photo album of treasured pictures from my childhood, I should have jumped up in the air, with my feet off the ground and one directly behind my bottom, my arms tossed back in a gleeful moment of celebration!!!
Except there are some darker emotions pulling at me: anger that I didn't already have this in my possession ; anger and resentment that I never felt enough at home here to fully unpack every single dammed box, at which time OF COURSE! I would have realized - "hey! now where the HELL is my " ---
Ok. So here's what I'm thinking: I don't own a photo scanner - actually I could own one, if I had a thin dime for every single time I had to say that to someone! But I do have a blog!!! So I'm going to go through the pictures, and describe them in words, and tell y'all why each one is a real piece of me, as much as my hair and - yes, as much as my words.
Picture writing posts to follow.