I Start To Miss You, Baby, Sometimes.

A couple of Sundays ago I went to my parents house and found myself in my old bedroom reminiscing through some things I had left behind. I found some yearbooks with some PRICELESS signings that brought back a flood of memories. I found some cards that had been written to me as far back as six years ago. I found drawings, books and other sentimental items that I have collected over the years. I came upon some CD's that I had made before my last computer crashed (yes it was a PC.) The CD's had thousands of pictures and several videos that I had collected over the past five or so years. I spent HOURS AND HOURS looking through these pictures. This nostalgic moment has brought an array of feelings and thoughts into my head.

Someone once told me that when planning life, plan to be surprised. Isn't that just so true. I would have NEVER imagined that where I am now is where life would have led me. The highs and lows and everything in between have been pieces of the pavement that have built this road which I am traveling.

There are so many people that I miss. I fervently believe that people come into our lives for wise purposes that, at the time, we are not aware of. It may be for a moment, a day, a month, a year, or a lifetime but surely, it is never coincidental. I yearn to still have these relationships, in some way, back in my life. But I guess, that is just not how it works. At least for me.

Every person, every friend, every lover, every acquaintance, every "bestie," every teacher, every enemy, and every mentor was worth it.

I will keep these pictures close and these memories even closer.