housekeeping
Every time I move home again, I realize how ridiculously full my closet is.
Oh... no, I didn't intentionally mean I realize how ridiculously much I have, though I do have way more than I need.
I was simply noticing that my closet is crammed with stuff, and I seriously need to clean it out and/or quit bringing home new stacks of photos to put on the already-sagging shelf.
One day it will collapse! A beautiful mess of sarongs and old journals...
That closet has collected bits and pieces of my life for sixteen years now, and it's still the pale yellow I asked to paint my room back then. Sometime in junior high I inscribed some favourite quotes in there. You know, for whoever might go looking around the corner in a suburban closet for inspiration. Or for my biographer, once I turned famous.
I thought about painting over the adolescent-purple ink, an embarrassment now,
but I'm still figuring out what to keep and what to chuck.
Oh... no, I didn't intentionally mean I realize how ridiculously much I have, though I do have way more than I need.
I was simply noticing that my closet is crammed with stuff, and I seriously need to clean it out and/or quit bringing home new stacks of photos to put on the already-sagging shelf.
One day it will collapse! A beautiful mess of sarongs and old journals...
That closet has collected bits and pieces of my life for sixteen years now, and it's still the pale yellow I asked to paint my room back then. Sometime in junior high I inscribed some favourite quotes in there. You know, for whoever might go looking around the corner in a suburban closet for inspiration. Or for my biographer, once I turned famous.
I thought about painting over the adolescent-purple ink, an embarrassment now,
but I'm still figuring out what to keep and what to chuck.
1 Comments:
welcome home sarah! i think it's wonderful you've had the same closet for so long... i could only wish for such a nostalgic 'niche'. love you, em.
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