The ins and outs of life, translated…
Recently, we’d had a remodeling of space in our home, I’d discovered that over the years, I’d bought too many things, in order to sort through these items, my mind kept swaying between “keep or lose, throw or keep”. As the items were bought, I’d cherished them, like they were treasures, and, when I’d not needed them, I’d, thrown them away like trash, and I was, sort of unwilling; but, the line of “out with the old, in with the new rings true”, and that, was what helped me made up my mind, to start cleaning everything out.
and no, not my photograph…
First, it’s the closets, there is always a need for one extra article of clothing for women, when I’d seen an item that I’d liked, I’d bought it immediately, not only was my closet stuffed, my storage boxes are too. And, all of a sudden, I’d flipped out a couple of special items, and, it’d roused up my memories.
That red altered style Chinese traditional dress, was the very first thing given to me as a gift by my husband, when I first married him; another velvet dress, was from a birthday that he’d bought for me; and there was, another dress, it was, one of the few things that my father left for me before he’d passed. All of these items were, from those whom I loved the most, so much love, they will all, forever, be saved, inside of my closets, the rest, meaningless clothes, all into the donation box, waiting, for someone whom they’re fitted for, to come, to have them, for the various seasons.
Then, there’s the storage space, there were, old thick quilts, and the books that my kids read as students, after thinking about it very thoroughly, I’d, decided, to recycle everything I’d found in there. With the reduction of the clutter, I’d found, three iron boxes in the corner, already covered with dust, opening it up, they were, my children’s toys. One had Pokemon figurines, another with the gaming cards, and another one was stuffed with paper stars. There was also, a wooden stick, it’d confused me, as I flipped to the back, saw my son wrote, “The World’s Only Magical Sword”, turns out, my son had once imagined himself as a Kung Fu Master!
not my photograph still…
In the end, it was the large bookcase in the study, with the collection of books from a long time ago, to current day, I’d had an especially difficult time, sorting through them; I’d not wanted to throw any single one of them out, so I can only start, sorting them by type. I’d also, found something new on the bookcases, found the diary I’d started some twenty-eight years ago, when I first became a mom, how my mind was so unsettled, and the process of giving birth to my son. I’m so very glad, because now, I’d not needed to put down “a good time” for my son’s time of birth.
If it weren’t for this renovation of space that I’m doing with my house, made me set up my mind in cleaning up the clutter, all of these forgotten memories, don’t know when they will be, remembered, reminisced, reopened again. I’d carried my diary, and, I’d started, recalling, everything that’s happened, up until now.
not my picture still…
So, cleaning out the clutter in your house, you’d discovered something that you’d cherished from before, but had forgotten, for so long, and, by finding those items, it’d not only refreshed your memories, it’d also, made you realized some things you wouldn’t have realized, until you’d thumbed across these age-old items.
Life, the Obstacle Course 