...or five things I'm struggling to let go of.
Why is unpacking so hard? In an attempt to both warn you and be a little vulnerable, I'm sharing my list of things that I've had trouble letting go of (and if I'm letting go or not!):
Keep it simple,
Sarah
- My first teddy bear, who sits raggedly on the corner of my makeshift desk. I toss him onto the bed and sleep with him that night, allowing my childhood friend who has seen my tears more times than anyone else to remain on my bed, again, as "decoration."
- A jewelry box I received from a close friend on my thirteenth birthday. This same friend later moved away, but we're not friends anymore. I wonder if I should empty it and use it for something I actually need, then keep the box out as a decoration to my space.
- My first doll, who sings a little tune when you press a button in her back. I put her in the basement, where I know my parents will come across her and I will see her again on my wedding day.
- A cello locket and pin, since I play the cello. Yes, I own a cello. No, I don't understand why I feel the need to broadcast that to the world with jewelry (that I never wear). I pack the locket and know I'll get rid of it, and place the pin in the jewelry box, unwilling to let go of my favorite pin (that I never wear!).
- Indian clothing. Maybe it's because it's from India, maybe it's because it's expensive to get here in the States, maybe because I love the way I feel on the rare occasions I can actually wear it, but I don't want to get rid of it. I seriously consider donating it to my mother's closet and leaving one in my capsule wardrobe at all times.
Keep it simple,
Sarah