Underhill

I was at work today sorting mail and a letter caught my eye.

The street name it came from was Underhill in Burnaby BC.

It made me smile. :) It brought me back.
In my teens and early 20's I played a lot of Dungeons and Dragons, and one memorable game my group had to name a city we had just conquered. We spent hours thinking of a name, we finally settled on Underhill. It happened to be the first name we thought of. Then, the very frustrated DM told us players we should have asked the citizens of the city what they called the city...Underhill. Good, giddy, tired times. When I remember things like this I wonder if the people who are part of my memories ever look back with fondness. I know I do.

But then, there is other stuff...people have been posting a lot of old pics on facebook...it's amazing how painful a simple picture can be if you are unprepared for it.

I think too much of my life happened in High School and early 20's. I try to keep the door to the past fully shut *esp after this summer*, but if something slips through a crack, I may poke around a bit for a couple of days before firmly shutting the door again.

Today Underhill slipped under the door, and I was vulnerable to the other stuff.

I'm glad things are calm and stable now. I'm very grateful that I am with someone who loves me, really loves me. God has truly blessed me in spite of my previous missteps and bad choices.