I thought it was time that I practice what I preach and gather my all of my trinkets and knick knacks from my room. What should have taken a swift five minutes turned into half a day of cleaning. I spent most of time texting my friends every time I found something that they had given me, or something that reminded me of them or something we had bought together. To say the least lots of people didn't even remember what I was talking about, but they obviously meant something to me if I still had them three years out of high school.
It felt good though. Even though it was hard to move my little trinkets and keep sakes from the cute tins that I kept them in or the old display dishes (yes, I hoard pretty ash trays and vintage plates/decorative bowls in the hopes of storing jewellery in them, of course this is my life now) to one box, but I truly did feel a little more accomplished after. It was just nice to make space and know that I was going to make something worthwhile out of years and years of neglected keepsakes. Besides, how much can I admire something with it hidden away, covered in dust? This way they're given a new life and a new purpose.
Sorting through my junk also gave me time to do something productive (other than stare at this computer screen and perve on John Snow) and finally listen to the new Strokes album. Is anybody as obsessed with the new album as I am?
The Strokes
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