September 14th, 2019

I rescued a box of stuff from my parent's attic a few years ago and shipped it out to Seattle. It was packed with artifacts from high school and college, mostly old journals and drawings and letters. The box has been on a shelf in my garage, unwanted and unloved, ever since. Over the past month I have taken on the project of ridding our house of everything extraneous, selling books, donating clothing, emptying drawers and closets. Yesterday I pulled down the box and started looking through it. Man. There is so much hilarious, ridiculous, and cringe-worthy stuff in there. It's like watching a documentary about someone else's life. This may become a series. Item #1: my first driver's license.