The Things We Hold Onto

Went through some old boxes of memories and started throwing stuff away. It was time to let some shit go. It felt liberating. I did hold onto a few things.

This is a journal entry from October 29, 1994. I had just finished taking a road trip across the country with two friends. I graduated from college earlier in the year, and spent the summer working at a pizzeria on Pine Avenue in my hometown Niagara Falls, NY to earn some money for our trip.

I got a job as a counselor at a residence for at-risk and disadvantaged children soon after writing this entry. By the fall of 1995, I was in graduate school at Stony Brook University when I began working toward my Ph.D. in Sociology.

Fast forward to 2014. I'm 41, married nine years with two kids. Life is good. What they say is true: time flies.