Over the Labor Day holiday I decided to make a spur-of-the-moment trip home to start the epic task of cleaning out years and years of “stuff” from the basement at my parent’s house. I’m talking YEARS of stuff. Grade school? Check. High school? Check. College? Check. I found numerous photos that made me laugh, book reports, prize-winning entries from Okawville Wheat Festivals of years past (that’s right, a festival. For wheat.), birthday and graduation cards from long gone relatives, a giant stack of charcoal nude drawings from college, books, books and more books, you name it… I’ve still got it.
A few of my favorites are shown in the photo above… a button from the St. Louis Cardinals’ 1982 World Series win. A bucket full of my well-used and very-loved drumsticks. A drawing that my then-boyfriend and now-friend left me of his phone number that paid homage to my love of the Absolut advertising campaign. And last but not least, my beloved basket of Jack Balls (What, doesn’t everyone have 23 of those?)
It’s always somewhat sad for me to have to get rid of things… but that’s what they are. Things. I still have the memories and that’s the most important part. What I don’t have however is room to store it all. Well, I have the memories, and a few random Instagram photos. That always helps.