Some pictures:
I feel a bit weird. Some how I equate this home to my independence, and as I complete each step, I feel as though I add a layer of responsibility and commitment. It's something I'm doing willingly, b/c I know the good things that are ahead of me, but there's a part of me that is holding on. My inner child just wants to be selfish and carefree forever and this home is it's last fortress. I originally bought this house b/c I thought it was a sign of adulthood, but buildings don't make you an adult. They make you broke... at all times. I could say "lesson learned", but I'm sure there will be another house in the not too distant future. Not everything in life is learning from your mistakes.
I decided about an hour ago, after I somehow dipped into a "I'm worthless b/c I haven't accomplished anything today" depression, that I would jump on cleaning my room and doing an additional round of "discard what you don't absolutely need". I guess it is Spring; so Spring Cleaning. I owe my pack rat mentality to my mother and have a difficult time letting go of anything meaningful so I'm going to start posting pictures of the things I discard. Perhaps that way I'll be able to hold onto them forever without having them taking up space in my living quarters.
The following item is my favorite long sleeve shirt. Being 'Roundtree & Yorke', it is of the "highest quality" (of things I owned in college... or maybe before college). By my estimate, I believe it has been washed over 1500 times; which is most likely why you can see through it. I'm not sure why it's my favorite. I can't seem to remember any fond memories of me in it, but I know there are some. There are probably bad ones too. We're like old alcoholic friends. We've been through a lot, we just can't remember what. If anything, It was a great shirt to wear in my old Jeep, top down, on those hot summer days. But, like with this house, it's the end of an era and the shirt needs to be retired. So long buddy... I will likely forget you until I read this again in 6 months.















