Boxed Memories

Hello Everyone:

I had a pretty good day.  Yesterday, the BIL dropped off some boxes that belong to me.  The boxes contain elements of the life I led in San Jose.  I thought it was a nice life.  No one to bother me, I could do whatever I wanted to do.  The most important part was I lady of the manor.  What was missing was real companionship.  I had friends, some of which I still keep in touch with, I thought I had a social life.  I realize now that I was lonely, not alone, just lonely.  I lived alone, in a studio apartment by choice.  I didn't want to deal with any room mate drama.  I interacted with the other people on my floor, I figured I might as well make an effort to get along with people.  I was mostly successful at it but mostly, I was lonely.  I used to be jealous of my classmates whose parents would come to visit, some from out of state and my family always found excuses not to visit.  That sucked.  What did I do to make up for the loneliness?  I studied (the reason for being in San Jose), ate, and watched television.  Once a week I made an effort to get dressed and go to a weekly club dinner.  It was a life, not much of one but that what it was.  Anyway, I have 10 boxes sitting in my living room at the moment, waiting to be dealt with.  I opened a few of them this morning and found some buried treasure: Note cards from an art exhibition, some books, and assorted kitchen stuff.  I'm pretty sure there's more hidden treasures.  Mum and I decided to go through the boxes, integrate what we could, and give the rest away to charity.  I told mum that I wanted to keep a few things to have for the day I move out again, for good.  A down payment on the future.