Don't leave a thing behind.

Sometimes I look back at the pictures I have taken and feel a little sad that there is no evidence of me in most of them. It's like I never existed.

But I guess sometimes that is the price you have to pay to have memories of everyone else. Having none of yourself.

Roses by the stairs

Sometimes it is the small things that make my life. Like how my mom bought me Tillamook cheese, the Cadillac of cheeses, my favorite cheese. Or how Rachel brought me a cupcake. Snicker doodle, no less. I've just realized that I have been using food as an example a lot recently. Like the whole crumble cake and stuffing thing. I really do like other things. Besides food, I mean. Like stickers, I bought some really fabulous stickers the other day. And the circus. I've never actually been to a circus but I just instinctively know that I would love it. Which is why joining the circus is my back-up plan in case school doesn't work out. Which isn't really the point.