memories

I found my old blog from 2005/2006 a few days ago. While reading some of the posts I realized how much I have changed and why that would happen. The majority of it stems from moving into "the house". I remember being so excited about moving out and becomingN dult, able to make my own decisions and be independent (even though I was only 1/2 mile from my mom). While there were some definite good times and I have learned so much from the experience, I sometimes wish that I hadn't moved out. I've had to and will probably always have to deal with issues that I have because of living at that house. It makes me wonder if I would choose to do it all over again. Most days I say yes because I'm not one to have regrets but some days, sad days, depressing days I think there's no way I'd ever do it again. Too much pain, too much sorrow and loneliness came out of that experience. I know I'm damaged from what occurred there but I'm also stronger in some ways. It's just deciding that the strength I have gained makes all the bad stuff worth it.

Anywho, check out my old blog located in the "My Blog List" section.

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