Looking back on previous posts, I seem to constantly comment on the passage of time. One would think I’m obsessed with the passage of time. Maybe I am. When remembering parts of my past it’s always in relation to other events that were going on in my life at the time, where I was living, working, or who I was with. So when I calculate the number of years that have passed since *X* happened I’m always surprised, because it doesn’t feel like it was so many years ago.
I can’t believe May’s coming coming to a close, that I’ve been back in Buffalo for 10 months already, my 20th high school reunion is next year and in two and a half weeks I’ll be 37…
Yeah, I totally started this post two weeks ago and it’s completely fallen by the wayside. Life got in the way of me completing the post. A lot of stuff is going on, but nothing that I’m ready to share with the world.
Needless to say going through a divorce sucks.
That is all.
For now.
