June 12, 2003

  • Today has not been the best day in what is not the best week. *sigh*

    First, I lost my keys. I was an hour and a half late to work, and I still don't know wear my keys are. I am in such big trouble if I can't find them.

    Then, My mom (who has made me give up many plans and leisures to serve her while she is sick) sent me off on some errands. While I was driving, some guy nearly killed me and I had to swerve off the road to spare my life (or perhaps the cars, it being more valuable). To make a long story short, I ended up on dartmouth lane, where I used to live many many years ago. I decided to drive by my old house, hoping I could find some comfort in old memories.

    The house had been destroyed. No, my home had been. The house still stood, though the large maple in front that filled the yard was gone. The flowerbeds changed. The house was not being taken care of by the guy with long hair who looked mean who lived there. And worst of all . . . there was a Gore-Leiborman sign in the window. I started to cry. It was horrible!

    Anyway, I decided to see if I could find Adam Woodbury's old house. I remember riding my bike there before and after he moved away when I was 8. He was my best friend up until he moved and I lost contact with him. Back then there was no e-mail or IM for 8 year olds. (lol- I feel wierd saying that).

    Anyway. Despite not knowing where I was going I ended up at his house without making any wrong turns. His house hadn't changed. I had to park the car and walk around. It had the same brown paint- the same look (like it was going to fall down) that it had 9 years ago. The bushes were the same, with the crawl space underneath where we built our secret forts. The tree was the same-- where the "fire station" used to be. I could almost see the station wagon in the driveway. I could almost smell the iron on the wax paper and leaves that we pressed. I could almost taste the homemake play dough, and I could hear Adam laughing as we talked about girls (hehehe) and watched the clouds on "our" hill in the park. The memories were overwhelming as I recounted to myself everything I could remember. When I got to my eighth year, I remembered him being at my baptism. It was the last event we shared before he moved. I was heartbroken to lose my best friend, and then Jeff Wegner moved in. In the same month. In fact, his first event with the ward was my baptism. Jeff left us tuesday.

    You can imagine my emotions as I drove home. I was pretty shaken up from almost being killed and then remembering everything. Of course, when I walked in the door, it all faded away to, "Where were you and what took you so long?" *sigh* Women. That's all I will say.