One of the big things that I do each move is to downsize and get rid of a lot of needless junk. I am an extremely sentimental person. I still have a coffee stirrer that I got when I was like seven or eight and we were moving. Don’t ask why I kept it.
’cause I don’t remember
This week I was sorting through the stuff in my closet and drawers and came across a bunch of fun, sentimental things that I had (almost) forgotten I had. (And some stuff that I didn’t) XD I thought it would be fun to do a post sharing them and the stories behind them.
The Frederick Series
For years, my sister and I made up stories about The Frederick Family. They were a family that was frighteningly similar to ours. We would tell stories of all of their adventures and the trouble that Nathan and Mary, the two main children, caused.
When I was eleven, I started to write them down. For a couple years, I wrote and wrote and wrote. When I was thirteen, I got all of the stories printed in book form. I was so thrilled to be able to hold a hard copy of it. I remember being so proud the day that it came in the mail. 🙂
That hardcover copy is about 500 pages. I continued to write on it and now it is over 750 pages and 222,000+ words. 🙂
When I was younger, I printed off everything that I wrote and kept it in binders. This was one random story that I wrote. XD I had forgotten how much (and what random things) I wrote. I miss the days when I could write without the nagging editor in my mind telling me that everything is terrible. XD
When we lived in KC, I went through an embroidery stage. I wasn’t great at it, but I had a ton of fun. This was a project that I never quite finished. It was supposed to be the Konza prairies in Kansas that we visited a few times. (They were absolutely beautiful, you guys. If you ever have a chance, you have to see them.)
When we lived in Minnesota, Mama and Jehosheba contacted all of my pen pals and they all sent words of encouragement as a surprise for me. It was so touching. ❤ I put all of the notes into a book so that I could keep them and look over them again and again.
This was also from MN. My therapist printed this picture off on our last visit to remind me that no matter how dark life, light will come. Light was there, and I would see it again one day. ❤
Each move I sort through my clothes and get rid of the stuff that doesn’t fit or I don’t wear anymore. XD (By get rid of, I give it to Mama and Jehosheba, lol). The pile on the left is the one that I said farewell to. I had forgotten how many shirts and skirts I had. My closet was a mess. *looks around guiltily* Somehow a ton of my clothes had fallen down in the corner and had thus been lost to me for a whole year. 😂
These are all of my journals.
Yep. I have a lot.
Over seventy journals. *nods*
I’ve journaled ever since I could write. My first journals have random doodles and notes and are adorable. I started seriously journaling in September when I was eleven. I started writing every single day in my journal in December 2015. I wrote so much in the first couple years. I’d go through a notebook in two weeks. I don’t write that much anymore, but I still write a page or two a day. 🙂 Honestly, it’s become a habit with me and I can’t imagine going through a day without writing a few random things about how my day went or fun things that I did. 🙂
Do you have sentimental stuff? What are some of the special things that you’ve kept through the years? Do you journal?