Zee Blog

A scentual reminder.

And so another day of my life comes to a wonderful end. Where do the days go?

I just got done helping a friend work through some writing for what she hopes to turn in for a contest. The girl has an amazing way with words.

A couple of days ago I finally gathered my belongings from my brother's house, and with it the rest of my clothes. I have never been so thankful to have my clothes back. I was really getting sick of wearing the same set I had before.

I washed what I am wearing now, but yet the smell of my old rom over there keeps sparking all of these memories. The smell of my clothes is completely different from there to where I am now, and with it constant reminders come into my head.

When I look back on my time over at my brother's I can only picture a train wreck. I moved in the night before my birthday, and technically really moved in on my birthday. I remember only I think two people calling me to wish me a fond happy birthday. I really didn't care.

In that time I fell off the wagon when it came to my pot use. It was everywhere with my roommates and I just fell right back into that groove. I don't so much have a problem with pot or people that smoke it, it's just not for me and the things I want to get accomplished in my life.

I started dating Jinx, and by the end of my time there our relationship was over. That relationship entailed so much excess crap that I dragged into it. In my loneliness I allowed myself to start a relationship I am not sure I ever intended to really go anywhere and with a person I was incredibly close with before hand.

In that house I found myself miserable. It was the physical represenation of all the things I don't want in my life. Unstable people, drug use, uncertainty, etc. Some of my friends have made sure to comment to me though that returning back to my parents house(minus the drug use) really isn't that much different.

Overall though I wouldn't trade it for anything. So many things in my life I feel bad about, but I'm not quite sure I would do it any other way.

The smell of this shirt though somehow brings back some comfort. It's kind of nice.