The Weekend
My 3 day weekend has been alright. My sister came over Friday night, and her cousin Tommy came to stay the night on Saturday. We mostly watched movies, played with some animals, we even built a small bonfire on Saturday night and sat around it for a little while. Pre-teens get bored easily though, so it’s getting harder for me to keep them entertained. If I had thought about it, we could have went swimming on Saturday/Sunday because my neighbors were out of town and they have an in-ground pool. But I forgot all about it. It’s good that they got to spend some time together though, they haven’t seen each other in over a year. When I was growing up, my cousins were all I had. I didn’t have any siblings or neighborhood kids due to being out in bumfuck.
Today I sat out in the hammock for a while reading a book, gods the weather is so beautiful. A slight breeze, the sky is the perfect blue, and no heavy sunshine. Perfect labor day to sit and veg.
Though I didn’t quite veg, because I’ve been going through some more of the stuff in the garage that Alex and I had in our apartment in Virginia. Today I found another old box that he must have kept all my old love letters in. Even found some old pictures of him as a child that we must of kept, but they were all ruined from the moisture in the garage, so I threw them out.
I read through a lot of the letters. Most of these spanned from 1996/1997, when I was 16 or so. One of them spoke about when I first got my bronco, and when my father first bought his truck. Wow was I an emotional wreck back then. I noticed a pattern in the letters, where Alex hadn’t contacted me for a long time, and I became very worried and cried a lot. A very insecure teenager, which I can see why I’ve had trouble with relationships in the past. I don’t regret it though, because I’ve been able to evolve from that point in my life to where I am now. More independant, hard-working, stubborn.
I also saw in some of the letters where I talked about my cousin Jon and some of the crazy stuff he used to do. How he was arrested for DUI’s, how he put a shotgun to my uncles head, how emotionally unstable he really was.
A lot of shit to throw away, a lot of unsalvagable furniture. But I think it’s good for me to start over. I can’t store much here at my fathers with how broken down this house really is. It would just get messed up, scratched, moldy, warped, or all of the above. Not sure what I’m going to do about getting new things for my own place sometime in the semi-near future. Perhaps I will just goodwill most of it and put the money away for new stuff later down the road.
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