I went to my parents' flat
to sort through some of the stuff I have stored there.
and I wanted to sort through things
that they will now need to store in their new place.
It was a trip down memory lane.
I like to deny my age,
however there's no denying my decade
with this prom dress.
I did decide to go a little sexier
my graduating year.
And what would a trip down memory lane be
without a memory of the first gift Scott ever gave me?
We had just started dating
and hung out one Sunday in downtown Ottawa.
We passed a new shop, Zone
(I wonder if they are still there)
and took a look inside.
I saw a flower vase I thought was pretty.
The next day
one of my courier guys came with a package for me.
Yup, the vase.
A few minutes later,
another guy came me with some flowers.
I knew he was a keeper.
Happiness is a walk down memory lane.