Because of the Coronavirus pandemic in March and April 2020, except for work and groceries, we have sheltered in place, abiding by the prescribed self-quarantine guidelines. Because of this some good things, which I daily find because it is good for my mental health to see the good in the difficult, the different, the scary, have come out of the slower living. We have been motivated to, and because we aren't exhausted from our day, tackle projects around the house. My big project amidst smaller projects, is attic diving.
I tackled the project by purging first. This means I am going through everything, every box, bag, bin, etc. putting my eyes and hands on everything and making the decision to trash or keep. Because so much of it is trash the project is slower going because we only have a limited amount of space in our trash can. And, because I am putting eyes on everything I have found little nuggets of treasures long since forgotten. Ah, attic. Some of the stuff has been in the attic since 1996. When we moved into the house. Yep! Crazy! I know.
I spied this picture in some bin amidst some stuff and a flood of memories came rushing back. Jeff and I had just began seeing each other. We were friends - plus. Our - relationship - was so new and fresh, and uncertain. We were in Korea for crying out loud. Neither of us had any idea what would become of - us. But, it was neat to see - us - so young, and there he is with his arm around me. Public displays of affection are not Jeff's - style - so this photo threw me for a loop.
I remembered his hugs. They were so big. It was one of those things that drew me in to him. And, man, I just love this picture. We were so young with big smiles.