Can you put your life away in boxes?

It just wouldn't stop! You would think that was all, after packing up BKK.

Just as I'm temporarily settling in at R's place, there're a few boxes of my things to go through. And at my parents', my brother re-organised what used to be my room, and have a bunch of stuff for me to go through as well!

The best part that comes out of this though, is that you find old photos, postcards, letters (before emails/messenger became popular!) ....... I know most of us will beam and say, "Aww, so sweet!" Or start getting nostalgic and say,"Oh those were the times!". Strangely though, it was as if I was viewing the life of a different person. I felt detached. Of course I knew it was me, but it's like I've woken up from a coma and lost my memories. I don't feel belonged to these memories nor them to me. Has so much changed? Or have I told myself to brace forward to more untold adventures, that I left much behind? I used to be a sentimental person, and I used to be the one getting left behind.... wondering, have all my friends stopped caring, why am I the only one who left carrying the 'Friends Forever' banner in the rain?

Somehow, over the years, friends, weary from the ratrace, started to look around them and become more sentimental about friendship. I, for one, have long dropped the banner and am now (still) catching up on what I missed out in life. (Not to say that the two has a direct relationship, but it is also true that life unfolds itself according to its own timing.) Do I not care about friends anymore, do I not have friends anymore? Sure I do!!! But it's just that.... maybe I just dropped the S, N, and A in S.N.A.G to just.... a guy. Maybe the better part that comes out of this is.... you narrow down to a smaller, closer circle of friends who play a greater role in your life.

Life is a journey.