Memories of Home

So now that I have officially moved back home one of my tasks is to clean out my room and sort through my stuff.

When I left for college in August of 2007 I dumped everything I needed into three storage tubs. These tubs went back and forth with me to Ashland and back for 4 years. Each year it became a bit harder to put everything into the tubs as I gathered more things. More clothes, more shoes, more books...more EVERYTHING.

When I left for Kent in August of 2011 everything fit into two storage tubs and some extra boxes and bags...plus some larger appliances I would need for the apartment.

In living in apartments on my own for two years, I have somehow accumulated enough stuff to fill up the entire apartment I lived in this year. And it was a large apartment. It took several trips to get everything out.

Flash forward to now...condensing everything I own into the room at my dad's house.

When I left in 2007 I didn't take everything. All of my furniture is still here in addition to the many books, trinkets, pictures, and things from my childhood. As I came back for the summers I lived out of the clothes I had taken to school and my work uniforms. There were some days where I would change out of PJs into a work uniform and then back into PJs when I got home.

I had no need to go through everything that was in my room.

Now that I'm living here again I realize exactly how badly I need to actually sort through everything and condense down what I own.

I'm a sentimental person so I've kept keepsakes and notes that people have given me over the years. Christmas cards, birthday cards, notes, photographs. Everything.

I'm going to need to make some serious decisions in the next few weeks as I clean.

Perhaps I will share the best of my findings with all of you.

I can already share one that I know is in my closet that I think some of you will find amusing. In my closet is a tub of ALL of the McDonalds/Burger King/Wendys toys that Karl and I got as children.

I maintain that they're SO much better than the crap they give out with the kid's meals now.

And so ends my "get off my lawn" moment of the day.

So. That's the kind of stuff you can expect me to find. Expect pictures. It's going to be an interesting two week journey of discoveries of my past.