I've finally moved out of my mom's house. All those things I've left behind are removed and gone.
"Wait," you say, "Didn't you already move seven years ago?"
Yes. But I finally started moving things out of my old room to make way for my brother to move in with his family.
It hit me as I took down my nostalgia board. This is all my memories and keepsakes, and they all must be thrown away. That was pretty hard to do. Throw it away. The prom boutonnieres: thrown away. The field day ribbons: trashed. Meg Ryan shrine: down, destroyed, and garbaged. Gone. Those things that are part of me. Gone.
It was the pack rat in me that saved it. I am cursed by this need to keep all minutiae of my life. I guess it happens because of the need to fill my empty life. They are there to remind me of good times I had.
Then there were the junk that I kept because I thought it would come in handy some day. Aren't they all like that for a pack rat? I had magazines about the internet. How to make web pages? How to choose the right ISP? Ha ha! I had old Outside mags, Wired mags, and porn. Threw that away. Then I had to clear the junk drawer. All old wires thrown away. Who knows if it was mine? It could've been CapSwells. I threw away GameBoy games. Old videos. VHS tapes. It all goes.
Still, there's plenty left to throw -- books and clothing. I never know what to do with it. Recycle. I wonder where I can take old books.
These things are going away from my life. I hope I can remember them in my memories.
"Wait," you say, "Didn't you already move seven years ago?"
Yes. But I finally started moving things out of my old room to make way for my brother to move in with his family.
It hit me as I took down my nostalgia board. This is all my memories and keepsakes, and they all must be thrown away. That was pretty hard to do. Throw it away. The prom boutonnieres: thrown away. The field day ribbons: trashed. Meg Ryan shrine: down, destroyed, and garbaged. Gone. Those things that are part of me. Gone.
It was the pack rat in me that saved it. I am cursed by this need to keep all minutiae of my life. I guess it happens because of the need to fill my empty life. They are there to remind me of good times I had.
Then there were the junk that I kept because I thought it would come in handy some day. Aren't they all like that for a pack rat? I had magazines about the internet. How to make web pages? How to choose the right ISP? Ha ha! I had old Outside mags, Wired mags, and porn. Threw that away. Then I had to clear the junk drawer. All old wires thrown away. Who knows if it was mine? It could've been CapSwells. I threw away GameBoy games. Old videos. VHS tapes. It all goes.
Still, there's plenty left to throw -- books and clothing. I never know what to do with it. Recycle. I wonder where I can take old books.
These things are going away from my life. I hope I can remember them in my memories.
Labels: better late than never, nostalgia, yup
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