Well, I guess this is my first step into the vast, and what I currently see as confusing world of online blogging. The confusing aspect is slowly dwindling though (Many of you parents trying to connect into the tretcherous dark realm of facebook probably understand the feeling).
Anyways, I am currently cleaning out my room which to my surprise is becoming a terrifying experience - I know most of you are thinking that I'm talking about the smell/ the pesticide under the pile of dirty clothes that might have actually grown into a living creature with a thirst of blood - but unfortunately no, I'm writing of something much more terrifying than Teddy. I'm writing at the beginning stage of what I see to be a very long learning process of "how to let go." With my parents moving out of the U.S. to the beautiful country of Uganda, Africa; my next destination only being occupied for 2 months, and from which I will be going to another country - I see this process of packing EVERYTHING up to be much more unconventional and daunting than the stereotypical "packing for college" experience.
Through out my 19 years of living I have aquired a plethra of sentimental momentos all of which carry stories of different pieces of my life and all which I am pathetically having a hard time letting go of. It seems that each picture, every goofy birthday card, scratched up cd, or ridiculous note passed to me Jr. year English class has a difficult time prying itself from my grip and taking it's much needed free fall into the trash can. I continually seem to catch myself into thinking that with every item that gets thrown away a memory falls closely behind.
But I quickly learned a good lesson - that's dumb! and the cheesy, cliche - but still so true - message shortly found its way into my head: All that matters is who I am now and the way which I am using every piece that has molded me into the person I am. Fun little sentimental memories are great but if I put too much stock into the physical objects and make them the only representations of the memories than I am losing sight of the purpose of those memories. I will also be setting myself up for a long stretch of "let downs" as I undergo a series of packing lighter and lighter for the next destination in the next year.
