Treasures
Today I cleaned out my closet. I mean... literally. I cleaned out my closet. XD
I am not a very tidy person. I think if I had my own place, it would look neater because I actually don't have too many things. In this tiny room though, they all get cramped.
I'm horrible with clothes. I don't like dressers, so usually I keep them on the floor. The dirty ones go in the hamper, of course. 'Cept socks. I don't like to lose them and it happens that way.
Things I don't have places for either end up under the bed or in my closet. If you're wondering why I don't keep my clothes in their, it is a simple matter that there are already clothes in there (not mine) and thus no room for them.
Anyways- back to cleaning. I found a lot of things in there today. Some trashworthy, and some things I hadn't seen for awhile.
There was an art set I got when I was younger. And I found a shoe that had one of my orthodics in it (can't find the other). There were some books, and some graded tests from when I was home schooling. I found two notebooks I used to write fic in when I was in school- for Pulse and Cork. I found some pictures I took with that old camera when I was eleven, and a few from a much better camera at fourteen.
It's neat to see these things again. But there was one thing I didn't even know was back there. It was at the corner, in a box that's been sitting there since we moved here. Has a whole bunch of random documents and cards and all sorts of things.
There were also pictures there. And one was a small little wallet that I'd only seen once. I used to have had the same picture. I carried it around everywhere with me like a token or something. I have an exceptional memory, but I'm afraid it doesn't go that far back, so to me it was kinda like proof. But when day when I was walking home from school it fell out of my pocket and I didn't know it until I got home.
My parents separated before I was about a year and a half, and were officially divorced when I was three. This picture is a family portrait of us before that happened. According to the handwriting on the back, I was fifteen months at the time, so it wasn't too long.
It's the only picture I've seen with all three of us together. There are home movies somewhere, but since my dad was always filming, I never really saw both of my parents with me in one place before. Before the divorce, I mean. So it's as strange as it is comforting to see it, even though I've looked at it before.
And I don't entirely know what to do with it right now, either. I'll find a place for it though.
I'm still waiting for that call from Wal*Mart. I keep the phone nearby at all times! And I'm really hoping for that apartment- my stepdad talked to the man selling it today. There is another person interested, but apparently he doesn't have references. ...Whereas my stepdad did a hardwood floor for this guy's father. :D No guarantee, but I'm trying to stay optimistic.
And now for my dragon! Ooh... I see a hole! Clickies, please?
