2004-07-28 - 10:22 PM

Everything packed. Found another small trove of memories. Magnets, a postcard from Clara from Greece, some polaroids. A valentine's day note that had come with some flowers. Part of me knew I should crumple it, throw it away, put it behind me. But I didn't. What happened afterwards doesn't matter. It's still a link to a memory, when I was happy, with a person who shaped (in some ways, more than the others) who I am.

Only thing left to do is power off the computer, take apart the desk. The computer's always the last to go, because the other 5 boxes of stuff don't affect my day-to-day. Especially when classes run so long and so hard, all I do is class, sleep, and veg out on this thing. When it's turned off, this isn't my house anymore, just where I'm sleeping until I'm finished moving in elsewhere.

I'm a geek, you see. Home is where my Windows Box is.

'course, tomorrow I'll be cheating and using my laptop. But you get the idea.

Baby steps.

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.
-Alex

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