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#Trust30 30-day writing challenge from ralphwaldoemerson.me
Five Years by Corbett Barr

There will be an agreement in whatever variety of actions, so they be each honest and natural in their hour. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

What would you say to the person you were five years ago? What will you say to the person you’ll be in five years?

(Author: Corbett Barr)

To the Mel of 5 years ago… It. Will. Get. Better.

Things suck, I know. You aren’t where you thought you would be. You’re about to make a lot of mistakes, but really awesome things will come of it. You’ll meet some great people. Sure, you’re gonna go through some shit like Bell’s Palsy. And a car accident. And a Huge Fucking Breakdown. But you’ll be okay. One of those guys you met at that party? Turns out he rocks and will be the best partner in crime you could ask for. Just remember when things get really crappy and you’re not sure if you will get up in the morning, everything will be okay. The sun comes up (You end up seeing a lot of sun rises, btw. Totally awesome) and things go on. And even when it’s hard, it’s worth it.


To Future me…

Hey, you’re alive! Woo! Go you! I don’t want to know what happens yet, so I’m just going to say “You’re welcome” for everything I’m about to do ^.^

The End.

the beginning of an adventure…

This weekend was full of driving and ferries and more driving. We were on a quest to find a place to live in a city far away across mountains and parts of oceans. Luckily the weather was on our side, and it was beautiful and sunny almost the whole way there and back. We stopped and browsed and found new wonderful stores. We met cool people at the hostel with the same name as me :o) We found a place to live!

We’ll be moving mid-June, the three of us. We found a great suite with an owner that was really easy to talk to. I think this will be a good move for all of us. Now, if only free cube vans with unlimited gas fell from the sky, everything would be absolutely perfect!



Sometimes you wonder…

There’s this sewing machine in a field.

Did it grow there? Did it decide, “Oh, I’ve had enough of this table and this window. I want to go outside!

Maybe it jumped off a table where it has been for years or out a window it has looked out for ages and went on an adventure.

It looks a bit damaged. Did it have a close call with a car? Is there an underground sewing machine cage fighting ring? (It’s the Brothers vs the Janomes on Saturdays)

It caught rides on neighbourhood dogs and skateboards, seeing all the sights it thought it would never see.

Children in the playground. Birds flying overhead.

Now it knows the feeling of the wind in its thread. The grass on its bottom. (It tickles)

I wonder what places it will go now?