
Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1918 - )
so I'm starting to pack for yet another move...I've come across some things that I havn't seen in awhile...pictures, books, little notes...its funny what you remember when you come across something and it seems so familar. All the memories seem to come rushing back in an instance like it was yesterday. Its funny what you decide to keep over the years and what you decide to throw away. It's funny what one keeps to throw in a box move after move...perhaps its the "stumbeling upon that memory" feeling that keeps me packing these memories in a box....perhaps these are the most important things to keep; the things that make you smile when finding them again...