I've been on an emotional roller coaster lately. It doesn't help that I came down with a terrible cold Sunday night which has left me barely functional. I came to stay with my mom in Jersey early yesterday, my last few days here with her before she moves. I wanted to spend some quality time with her but I've mostly been in bed. I've been trying to get up here and there to sort through the never ending amount of crap I have left here. I keep getting caught of guard by random objects that would elicit memories that I've buried. Mostly I keep finding more pictures. Hey, what can I say? I'm half Asian. I found yet another photo album of me and the Ex. This one made me a bit sad because it was the last roll of film before we broke up, and the the album was only a quarter of a way filled.
I dug deeper and deeper and found more photos; some that made me chuckle, smile, and cringe (come on, you remember the "ugly years"). There were some pictures that I don't even recall but looking at the pictures started bringing back the blurry memory. But then I reached a box that my mom had saved for me filled with childhood photos from Thailand. These opened the floodgates. As I flipped through them I just cried and cried. I really miss our life that we had there and our home. I guess I'm nostalgic for the simpler times.
I dragged myself out of bed last night to meet up with fellow bridesmaids and get some secret bridesmaid duties done. They gave me a glimpse of what my life would have been life had I joined a sorority. Tee hee. It was good to see the girls even though I had to sit far far away from them in quarantine and not breathe in their direction. (Probably also how sorority life would've gone for me).
Around 11PM, as we were about to leave, I got a call from an unknown number. I've been getting a lot of telemarketing calls lately and was about to rip them a new one for calling so late. To my pleasant surprise, it was S, my Suit(or). I hadn't heard his voice in some time, I almost didn't recognize it. It was so so great to hear from him. I wanted to reach through the phone and hug him. Actually, I wanted to teleport through the phone and hug him in person. The call definitely lifted my spirits for the night.
Roller coaster. Up. Down. Down. Down. Up.