Like I was saying: I was cleaning out the front closet, and I came across old letters and journals. Sometimes I get burdened by the process of remembering, and often I sweeten the past with this amazing tone that didn’t exist at the time.
One journal chronicled my overly dramatic yet simple and uneventful life during my second year in California (1998). I was extremely happy that I had taken the time back then to tape the photo into my little book. It shows me and my friend Nicole who I had met earlier in the year. Nearly ten years later she would make my wedding cake.