My things are disappearing

I recently gave a few bits of furniture, books and home decor to a friend who is moving into a new home. It’s fortunate that she was in need of the things I can’t take with me when I move, but also sad to see them go.

I don’t like being attached to physical objects. I feel silly for getting emotional every time I think about throwing away this Build-A-Bear that was given to me by an ex-boyfriend from when I was a teenager, but dammit, that bear went everywhere with me. It became more than a boyfriend gift, it became a frie–…….do you hear how ridiculous I sound??

Ay, chihuahua.

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Dress: Target (similar here and here)
Flats: Forever 21
Necklace: Forever 21
Ring: Ten Thousand Villages
Lips: MAC Hang-Up

I am excited about what’s to come. I am just stuck in limbo. Here are my childhood memories, here is the trashcan they’re going in, here is a new life and a blank canvas for new memories. But god, how do you let go? How do you decide what is worth remembering?

It’s like the question you ask your friends: If you could only bring five things with you to a deserted island, or only save five things from your house if it’s on fire, what would you save?

  • Alyssa Renee

    Great dress! =)

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  • Tracy

    What a great dress! Love the print!

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  • Lydia Sifuentez Moreno

    So pretty! Hold on to the great memories. The best is yet to come.

  • I totally know what you mean. When I was home at one point last year, my parents made me go through my childhood stuff and purge the majority of it since they didn’t have room for it in their new house. It was so hard to just…toss things, even things like old papers. Most of the toys I could part with because I thought about the children that would be so happy to receive them, but there were some things that I couldn’t part with even though I don’t see them ever! I actually also just recycled my old college notebooks. It was a very strange feeling, but I realized that I didn’t go back through them like I thought I would have and if I haven’t done it by now, then I probably won’t ever look through them. (I did snap photos though so I could at least remember my handwriting, haha!)