M. read some of my entries last night. We read them together. He liked them. He liked my thoughts. He liked my details. He liked my writing. I felt so happy that I could share my journal with him...and NOT feel anxiety. My writing...any kind of writing...is very personal to me. I like protecting it from the eyes of people I know. But with M. it is different. He knows me. He knows how I am inside. The truly personal side.
After beginning to read this entry, he asked, "So you want to go to your old school and walk around?" I answered, "Yes...just to see." He asked if the college is open on Saturdays and I said it should be. He then replied that we definately should go there on a Saturday for a little visit...and then go explore the city. I am quite excited AND a bit nervous. It will feel weird to be back there, to walk past the automatic sliding glass doors into the main West Building. But it will be fun. Maybe we will go there sometime soon.