When I lost my computer in a fire that burned up my bedroom in August 2006, I also lost four years’ worth of snippets of my life. I had written down my experiences — from a U2 concert at the Verizon Center to my breakup with my Australian boyfriend — with intimate detail. When I lost those journals (Lord knows my memory isn’t good enough to relish how rich each day can be), I also lost a part of me. I stopped journaling.
This is my attempt to get back to savoring the moments I remember and the stories I tell and the deep feelings I experience. In one year, I lost nearly everything I owned in a fire, my boss and close friend died unexpectedly of a heart attack at 38 years old and my mom was diagnosed with — and later beat — breast cancer. In battling the grief over my friend, I had a moment where I realized I could disappear tomorrow and I need to savor the beautiful things in life.
To me, that means documenting. To me, that means traveling and noticing and appreciating. Today.
Hey Killer,
I love the blog! I just googled you because I know that you are writing and doing exciting things. I check it very frequently. I see that you have written about banking. I have worked the last year in a bank in boston. If you do anything in the near future and have questions I would love to be an “anonymous source”. How mysterious that sounds.
I hope that you have had a merry christmas and I wish that you have a happy new year.
I am in España!! I am going to call you soon. So if you get a weird phone number on your caller ID just know that it might be some tall handsome kalamazoo graduate calling you from Madrid. (“Para que sepas!!”)
Un beso fuerte
Joey G