There is always something so refreshingly cathartic about discovering the bits that spoke of who you were years before the person you are now, and then, deleting these bits.

It was a night of Google image searching that started this entire process. My boyfriend and I were lying in bed last night, looking up random things for Google image searching (I know, I know, we're pretty pathetic - but this is what old, [practically] married people do), and before you know it, I came across those old deviant IDs of mine. Good grief, are they ever horrendous.

And my writing...

I mean... what a load of CRAP!

I pretty much 'facepalmed' myself to sleep.



I turn 28 this year.
I'd just finished applying for various Masters programs across the country.
I have been living with my boyfriend, here, in Vancouver, for over a year.
I am still recovering from a car crash that almost took my life last February.
I may need some more therapy.
Scratch that... I WILL need some more therapy.
My partner and I are in the midst of completing our apartment.
We are contemplating a move to Montreal... so this completing the apartment thing may be pointless.
I am a runner.
I am a conceptual artist whose works and themes delve deeply into various sociological issues.

I am too much of a free spirit...
but I also need to feel at home, somewhere.



This wakingdreamer account shows no traces or hints of the woman I have grown to be. I find this incredibly interesting.

I will come back to this in another few years, and will be both amazed and appalled at this journal entry.

Until then...

I am still around --- but very rarely on this account. I mean, I only wish Deviantart would let me deactivate this space.

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