The Skeletons In the Closet

2012 September 26
by Grace Boyle

I recently took a week-long trip home via road trip with the man and the pup.

Home is quiet, southeast Iowa in the most unusual town in America.

I haven’t lived at home in 8 years, so my life and home now, is here in Boulder.

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  • Nonetheless, my room hasn’t changed since high school. Cliff Pennington Baseball Jersey Old pictures hang all around my room, dangling from old scotch tape and love. Nike Free Rn Flyknit Donna It’s essentially just as I left it, the day I left for college in 2004 to go to Vermont.

    Peppered with memories and nostalgia. Adidas NMD Dames beige Call me a ‘hoarder’ but I like keeping those memories, those experiences, those people. nike air max 2017 pas cher femme It’s preserved and the only way I know how to make it stick.

    This time, since I had more than a few days and a lot of prescribed downtime my mom insisted I clean out my closet.

    Alone, I sat down, cross-legged in front of my large closet on the plush peach carpet in my room and looked at what stood in front of me. Adidas NMD Heren I wear none of the clothes, because I haven’t had them in years but as I slowly pulled open each drawer and dragged dresses off hangers I watched my past unfold.

    I found:

    My velour baby blue pants I used to rock when I was 15 ala J.Lo, my Summa Cum Laude shawl that represented diversity in culture as I walked across the stage to graduate college, ripped Levi jeans, signed by Jurassic 5 from a weeknight concert where we skipped part of school to drive an hour to Iowa City to see that are so soft and worn I could rub my cheek on it and feel warmth, a beautiful dark blue and glittered mask from when I was in Venice for Carnivale when I lived in Italy, the favorite black halter top I think I wore weekly in college (I’m bringing this back with me), endless homemade barcrawl shirts for friends’ birthday parties, t-shirts from many of the places I’ve visited from Costa Rica to Amsterdam, my Cedar Valley Stables shirt where I was a camp counselor year after year in Middle School, orientation leader t-shirts from college, a purple soccer jersey from Florence’s Italian team, both graduation dresses from high school and college, the hot pink va-va-voom dress I wore to senior prom, a basket full of all my cards from graduating college and actual film from all the photos I’ve taken.

    I had two giant trash bags to give away and one that was, well, trash. nike air huarache femme pas cher Some of it was time to move on from, that held no significance and was simply clutter. Fjallraven Kanken 7L I allowed myself to experience all of it, but felt good moving on from it.

    Just walking through the experience reminded me of the trajectory of life – roundabout, up and down and never simply straight.

    I cried a little, smiled a lot, and threw my head back in laughter at some of the things I found.

    Maybe now, I know why I put off cleaning out my closet for so long. Nike Sko Norge Nettbutikk We try to preserve experiences through memories but there are certain tangible items, that hold significance that sometimes our memory can’t quite jog.

    With my mostly empty closet (had to keep those prom dresses!) it still holds those memories, preserved and safe. Nike Air Max 2016 Dames Rood Forever mine.

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    • http://www.lifeschocolates.com sameve

      I felt the exact same way when my parents sold the house.   “I cried a little, smiled a lot, and threw my head back in laughter at some of the things I found.” Yeah, ditto. It’s true that we shouldn’t rely on “things” to make us happy, but there’s nothing wrong with keeping mementos from important, special times in our past. It’s fun to take a walk down memory lane every once in a while! 

    • http://twitter.com/doniree doniree

      I would love to see some photos of you and your high school prom :)

    • http://www.smallhandsbigideas.com Grace Boyle

      I was just wave after wave of nostalgia! We all go through it. I feel it’s part of growing up. Glad I’m not the only one 😉

    • http://www.smallhandsbigideas.com Grace Boyle

        I have those photos :) They’re not digital but I’ll have to share with you when we see each other next.

    • Anna Runyan

      Its really nice to remember stuff that we used to love before. Memories that can make us laugh and cry but we still love to reminisce all of it.  Great post  Grace!

    • http://www.smallhandsbigideas.com Grace Boyle

      Absolutely. Thank you!