Spring Cleaning

It's that time of year again.

Both my kids are "expecting" this year. In my closets, I have STUFF that I saved from when they were babies, thinking maybe they'd like to share it with their babies, but I'm not sure the next generation is as sentimental as I am. With that being said, I'm taking along a box of things that they can use or not use - including MY baby blanket from when I was a baby. 

I also came across letters from an old pen pal. The girl I corresponded with for four years during high school invited me to visit her in the south of France. I didn't go, but the funny part of that is that my parents encouraged me to go (there were other underlying reasons why I chose not to go, not the least of which was a grave misunderstanding, but I digress). I think back on that now, and consider how trusting a world we lived in, where my parents would send me thousands of miles, across an ocean, to visit someone they/I'd never met. Fast forward a whole bunch of years and I actually did get to visit the region she invited me to visit. I looked her up through the magic of Facebook, but didn't get a response when I sent her a DM. 

And then there are other sentimental things. Poems I wrote in high school. My treasure box from when I was a kid. High school yearbooks. GRADE SCHOOL yearbooks. I managed to let go of some of the old correspondence I'd kept, but am still struggling with others. Tips to a healthy life include letting go of the past, but how does that apply to nostalgia? When a card from one of your first boyfriends says he loves every "microsecond we spend together" do you hold onto that? I suppose it's time to...

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