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It’s been quite a while since I’ve updated this blog.

“Things have been different” would be the understatement of the year.

Last Thursday, my aunt, my dad’s sister, died at age 53 in a tragic accident in her home. At first, it seemed overwhelming… I mean, I was just barely getting over the death of my father and then this happens. All the emotions that I had been trying to avoid finally came out. That morning, I felt utterly destroyed. Here we were, trying to come together as a family and plan our first Thanksgiving without my dad, and this seemingly low-blow comes out of nowhere. However, by the end of the day, I had come to terms with our mortality as human beings and could finally let go of the past and look forward to the future. The past is what it is–you can’t change it. All you can do is appreciate the good times, learn what you can from the bad and realize to neither lasts forever.

I’ve quoted the following lyrics before, but once again they seem appropriate:

Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die?
And instead of saying all of your good-byes
Let them know you realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize?

Hanson’s Treatment of Time: There are never enough hours in a day, but always too many days before Saturday.

The paths that we follow do not always lead to our desired destinations. We choose our own destinies and are simulaneously bounded by fate. Those who think otherwise are fooling themselves–and probably not doing a very good job. I have never been one to go out of my way, and yet, I’ve ended up where I’m supposed to be. I’m not sure what or how it happened, but I know that it did happen–at least I think it did. In any case, I am here now.

I feel least alone when I am by myself.

This weekend is the first in a long while where I just hung out at home. This will be the last weekend I’ll be spending here while it is still known to me as “home”. In less than a week, this place will henceforth be known as “the house where I grew up” or “mom’s my parent’s house”.

Pulp Fiction came on at around 1:30am last night… I only intended on watching a few scenes, but I ended up viewing it until the closing credits (at around 4:00am). Eight years of shock-driven media has not diminished the impact of this movie one iota.

Well, I’m off to try to make order out of the chaos that is my bedroom. I must start to prepare for “The Big Move”™.