Thursday, July 26, 2007
The things we keep
I’ve moved recently, and among the usual clothes and furniture, I realized I had quite a bit of other stuff too.
You know, HIS stuff.
And I’m not talking about the coffee table his mom gave us for our new apartment or the bed we bought from Sears.
I’m talking about the “memorabilia.”
The photos, the doo-dads, and the gifts that no one else would understand.
When I first moved out of our apartment, I had a HUGE box filled solely with THIS stuff.
It barely fit in my closet and I wasn’t even able to look through it for about a year.
(Okay, okay, I looked through it before then, but not without the tears).
And I was thinking, these objects hold so much “emotion” that maybe the way to rid them of it is to publicly illustrate WHAT was in THE BOX.
So here’s to exhibitionism!!!
1. A kite- A kite from the dollar store that we had bought on our way to Vanderbilt. We bought two, he lost the first one in a tree because the winds were too strong so I tucked this cheap mass of plastic and sticks into a safe place for a less windy day. Apparently that day has yet to come.
2. An empty bottle of wine- Ice Wine, super sweet dessert wine that was bought for me on my birthday. It was saved for a “special day,” which came months later on the night we moved into our first (well, and only) apartment. I will admit now: It was too sweet and I didn’t like it.
3. A jewelry box- Okay, it wasn’t exactly a box… it was more of a pouch stuffed with all the sterling silver I had ever gotten. The best part is that this pouch contained mostly bracelets… and I don’t wear bracelets, I’m not big on accessories. But there was something about these “jewels” that was sweet. Probably because they reminded me of the sort of thing I received in 5th grade from my “boyfriend” who used his lunch money to buy my birthday gifts.
But I was able to do one thing during this move that I wasn’t able to do 2 years ago.
I was able to “downsize.”
That box that barely fit in my old bedroom has been reduced to a tiny shoe box that fits neatly under my bed... ya know, that bed we bought from Sears.
The kite is gone.
The empty wine bottle is gone.
The jewelry… GLADLY GONE!!!
But the frustrating thing?
those memories still aren’t.
So what's in your box????