identity crisis

navel-gazing moment

I'm still in the process of settling in to the new place. The latest stage involves going through boxes of files I haven't touched since 2004, at least. This includes all of my grad school files, tons of rough drafts of stories--some of which never even got typed up, edits galore, old job-search records, early portfolio stuff, source materials for the Coney book, memories, memories, and more memories.

Strangest finds so far include copies of my paternal grandparents' birth certificates. My Danish-immigrant great grandfather was a "horseshoer."