The Boxes you keep

It's great to be alone sometimes. Perhaps the word "lonely" is not so lonesome after all, it's accompanied by a whole string of activities, plans, and realizations. Depends on how you want to look at it.

I've been shoving boxes in and out of my place for a few weeks already, never has it been such a pain to do it all alone. And no one can help you with it because it's your own goddamn stuff and only you know where all the miscellaneous goes.

The best part is unpacking them all. I found myself digging back into funny moments from the "ghetto soulz" days, our basketball tournies, Arty and me grooving to our spice girls routine for the talent show to the other times when we were all together chilling out, feeling, and learning new things as teenagers. Many flashbacks from the past just attacked me, like the first time I tried alcohol, my first drive, my first time, my first crush, and the first time hitting the clubs. My first everything. And I don't regret a moment of it. And thank god i'm still young enough to remember.