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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

   Moving On
so this is probably gonna seem really miniscule or unimportant, but it felt like my world was shifting. i didnt and still dont know really how to comprehend it but i'll work on it. so my mom and have have been cleaning and re-doing my room for a few days. it looks awesome and very minimalist meets retro. as we were going through stuff, as we always do, i find stuff that i dont use or dont like and put it in the "give away bag" for goodwill. i kept finding myself stuck on things my mom was says, phrases that until now had now particular consequence to me; they made me realize that im not a kid anymore. im out of my childhood but i was still grasping it through these objects. for example, this scaled down ferris whell made of nothing but tooth picks. it was made for me by a friend who *when i was seven or eight* was in prison. (long story) ive always displayed it in my room and was always proud to explain it to anyone. tonight-my mom told me to throw it away. at first it seemed unthinkable, and then i actually put some thought into it. this one thing, this momento, was my bridge into a part of my life that was no long mine. it was hard. hard accept the fact that there is no going back. that memories are all that are rightfully mine. that to throw it away meant to move on. i did it. with tears and brief remorse, i let go. i still feel the numbness but i guess i just have to wait for that to pass. it makes me wonder, material things are only material things. but are memories always enough?
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