Went home today to help my dad move things around in the garage because he had to get some work done on the family vehicle(s), and hung out there with him while he worked on Eddie's girlfriend's car.

Couldn't help but think how little has changed in that garage, even since I was little. I mean, there's just shit everywhere, but in some kind of system that my Dad knows. I realized where I got my organizational habits from. If he asked me to find something, I wouldn't have a CLUE where to start. But he could probably direct me immediately to whatever it was that was needed, no matter how small and in what size container. Of course, he'd also get frustrated that I couldn't find it myself, thus ending up not saving him any time or effort in the end. Hmmmm...sounds a bit like me too. :)

On the way home, I stopped at the former Tuxedo Junction, which is now a Mobil. While I was pumping gas, I was looking around at the stores and businesses and marveled, as I do often when I'm home, at just how different everything was. Only two stores within eyeshot were the same as they were when I was younger, and at least 5-10 of them had signs in Spanish.

Somewhere along the way home, as my mind meandering nostalgically around random memories and thoughts, I realized the depth of what "10 years ago" is at this stage, and how different even MY life was 10 years ago. I was a junior at NU, interning at PFW, with a whole lot of stuff ahead of me (not that I don't have a whole lot ahead) and nary a clue as to all the things that WOULD happen to me in the next decade.

I can't say that cliche, "If you told me 10 years ago that I'd be ... I'd tell you you were crazy," but, I can say that it's amazing how something can seem so long ago, yet not long ago at all. I know that, yes, this particular 10-year period in most people's lives is a period of great changes, but still. It's pretty amazing to think of it all.

Makes me want to get back on writing that book. I just don't know where to start. There's so much. Maybe someday. Someday.