Time and Old Memories.

For reasons unknown, time is quite amazing. Mostly for me, it resembles money and is gone before I assimilate that it's there. In talking with Louise this past Thursday, I was reminded of how much time has passed since returning to the States and how quickly it's done so. In addition, Bobby has returned, but only just within the last week or two- comparatively to my two and a half months.

It's also been about as much time since my last post. Something about a 40-hour work-week instead of my leisurely aforementioned 12-hour work-week seems to make all the difference.

It was so wonderful to chat with Louise though. Such a fabulous indulgence in nostalgia. (Can something that's only two months past become nostalgia already?) We discussed the end of our time there with friends and family, the return, ensuring activities, and forthcoming possibilities. She has been accepted and assigned her post for the next year in France but is still debating between returning to Metz and her graduate school acceptance. Her options far outshine mine, and I have to admit to about five minutes envy that she could return if she wanted to. However I know that I am content not to return- the likelihood of receiving my former school again would be so tiny and I have always found it difficult to return to the same situation without expecting the same outcome. Instead I find myself plotting a week long visit in April or May of 2006- oh dreams are wonderful things even if they don't actually play out. (Namely due to short vacation allowances and small salaries for pions.) But how I wish I could visit in the spring... to see Metz begin blooming again and visit Parisian friends, and maybe even the Milau bridge and the Riveria... sigh.

Nostalgia is not in short supply for me tonight... I've been cleaning and sorting through old things again. Today it was time to clean under my desk- throwing out old middle school art projects and rambling through photos from high school onwards. The most surprising thing tonight was the file folder holding print-outs of all the old emails from my high school boyfriend. He was also my first boyfriend, and you would think that if I can throw out things from university, I'd be able to throw out a folder of old emails. Instead I ended up reading through the majority of them and for the stupid reason of sentimentality, I have ended up saving them again. Maybe someday I'll finally toss them, but I guess not now. I mean, what is it about your first boyfriend anyway, especially when it keeps you from throwing out a pile of space-taking paper.