Scrummaging

I'm listening to Michelle Branch sing "Breathe" at the moment. I absolutely love this song. I love the way it starts, the way you can just picture the lyrics, and in my head, I marvel at the ability of anyone who can write to music. Well, at least those who can do it successfully ;)

So right now I'm scrummaging for old papers and anything else that might be able to tell me what I've been doing for the past three years. It's funny, you know, how you never really think about what your life means - the impact it's had - until you have to prove to someone that you're not just taking up space. It is in such times that you wish you had joined the peace corps, discovered a rare and life-changing chemical, or, at the very least, saved a dolphin. I, unfortunately, have done none of these things.

Being home these past two days has had it's perks though. For one thing, I know that my "stuff" is permanent, and let me tell you how soothing a feeling that is when you've had to move three or four times within the past few months. At one point, people would actually inquire where I was living for that week. It felt funny being so nomadic.

But as much as I love being back home and actually having a "home," my insides are still in knots. Maybe that's why this entry is so random. And maybe that's why I'm looking in dusty old boxes; it's all to remind me who I am.