I'm alive!

I survived my first time driving by myself to Culver, IN. I feel I deserve a cookie. Or at the very least, a gold-star sticker. I wasn't alone in the car, but there were no parents sitting in the passenger's seat acting as back-seat drivers. So if for no reason other than making it to and from Indiana, this weekend was a success. But thankfully there were many more reasons why this weekend was a success. I saw old friends, old teachers, old haunts where I used to sit and ponder life. It occurred to me this weekend that I was terribly depressed during high school, and that now the school is shrouded in a foggy memory-bank of unhappiness. And it's funny because this recognition made me realize that I am no longer plagued by teenage or Culver-depression. The fact that I can recognize it and stare it down objectively signifies, to me at least, that I have grown up and out of depression. And I realize this smack dab in the middle of treatment for a terminal disease. My life and always will be completely against the grain. It was still difficult to be back there though and confronting all the memories. I guess I haven't moved on as much as I thought. But it made me so happy to see Dancevision, the dance group I was in for four years. I was also extremely glad to see my teachers, the people who, whether they knew it or not, probably got me through high school. So, good memories and questionable ones, but they are all me, which I accept. All told, I had a fantastic weekend. I'm so proud of my dance buddies; they've grown up so fast. Sniff. And since I know you're wondering, yes, I took pictures. I've put some of them online, HERE. Check them out! One day (I hope...) you'll have to pay money to see those babies, so enjoy them while they're free. And no, I'm not cocky... Well, it's going to be a long day tomorrow. New drugs! So, hopefully I will get through them and live to write all about it. Have a wonderful Monday, if such a thing is possible. Peace.