Yesterday, as I was unpacking and putting away the few things I'm keeping in preparation for the final move next week into my little full-time rig, I looked around in wonder at what I have kept. I am ordinarily a very practical person, if an item hasn't been used in the past six months, if it doesn't do double duty, it's a goner. And with storage space being so sparse, not much room for extras.
But I didn't think twice about keeping the handmade blanket I picked up in Guatemala, that is worthless in cold weather but it makes me smile when I see it. The crystal ornament collection that was started when my late husband gave me the first one for Christmas many years ago (so special, since usually he gave me practical gifts, and I remember choking up when I opened it--it was so beautiful, and so NOT practical!). The Peruvian animal masks. The framed poster from the first Brazilian carnival I attended (in a US city) and the mask I wore. The bald eagle feather given to me by an Alaskan native. A photo of a lady musher and her team that I met in BC. A kaleidoscope made by my daughter in her high school art class. A shell from a beach I walked in Maine. A plastic cup from a casino in Monte Carlo, given to me by a casino worker because I, from the US, could speak a little of his language.
I lead such a quiet life now, I think. But these things remind me that adventure is always just around the corner. And this move is the beginning of a new one.
What did you keep and why?
But I didn't think twice about keeping the handmade blanket I picked up in Guatemala, that is worthless in cold weather but it makes me smile when I see it. The crystal ornament collection that was started when my late husband gave me the first one for Christmas many years ago (so special, since usually he gave me practical gifts, and I remember choking up when I opened it--it was so beautiful, and so NOT practical!). The Peruvian animal masks. The framed poster from the first Brazilian carnival I attended (in a US city) and the mask I wore. The bald eagle feather given to me by an Alaskan native. A photo of a lady musher and her team that I met in BC. A kaleidoscope made by my daughter in her high school art class. A shell from a beach I walked in Maine. A plastic cup from a casino in Monte Carlo, given to me by a casino worker because I, from the US, could speak a little of his language.
I lead such a quiet life now, I think. But these things remind me that adventure is always just around the corner. And this move is the beginning of a new one.
What did you keep and why?