Um...yeah. So it's Friday. I'm working. It's 10:44 pm. I'm old. I'm boring. On the up side I'm finally not putting something off until the last minute. On the down side I'm not really working, I'm blogging...as you can well tell.
I packed today. I managed to clean out closets that haven't been touched since I moved in. For some reason when I moved in I decided I needed to have the plaid flannel jacket my ex left here "just in case". In case of what? God knows. I found old photo albums. I found old bills I had paid but for some reason not thrown away. I found old letters sent by people I had forgotten. I found my undergrad degree, still in the envelope. I'm organized. What can I say.
Yet, as I packed I couldn't bring myself to throw some of these things away. I know they have no value. I know they are dead weight. I know they mean nothing to anyone but me, and even for me many of the memories have been lost. But they are mine. They are the pieces of me that I pack up in boxes and move every few years. They are the pieces of who I was at the time that I thought I would never be able to change. They represent the hopes I had for a brilliant tomorrow. They represent a yesterday that was not as bleak as I thought it was at the time. So I put them in a box, tape them up and mark them "Stuff". Ready to move into the back of the next closet. Ready to be unpacked again the next time I move.
Am I the only one who does this?
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4 comments:
Of course you aren't sweetie....we all do it.....those little mementos represent pieces of our soul.....nobody throws out a soul....
Well....seeing that I live in my husband's uncle's house there are a lot of unthrown stuff around. And this stuff now has some sort of sentimental attachment to it.
Okay, so it's a lot of photographs and other mentos. And I'm proably never going to throw them out; packrat that I am. :)
I'm a packrat, too. "Stuff" is such a useful box label. I know exactly what it means when I find a box with that written on it. I have dried flowers, photos, bits of costumes, beads, shells, bottles of sand, maps, programs, ticket stubs, receipts, foreign coins, rocks, hats, t-shirts, other people's jackets and sunglasses, toys...yeah, I got all that.
SBS - awww...then again the thought of a soul in my closet kinda creeps me out. ;-)
PBW - I think that sounds kinda fun...never know what you're gonna find in the next box.
Osquer - Are you sure you didn't raid my closet boxes to come up with that list of stuff?
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