Memories...

There are two things that I have learned about myself in the past two days.

1. I am very sentimental. 2. I am very materialistic.

As for no. 1, I am sure there are many many 18 year olds that are feeling the same way. In 4 days, I will walk out of my house, drive thirty minutes to Lee University, and move in. A tiny, 14 by 16 room will be my home for the next 9 months. I will live with a girl that I have never met, and only spoken to four times. I will share a bathroom with my roommate, and two suitemates, one from New York City, and one from Cleveland, who enjoys hunting. Yay. (I should point out that I'm a vegetarian, as is my roommate. Somehow I don't think we'll be BFFs with our suitemate!)

2. Number 1 is the whole reason that I realized number 2. I have tons of CRAP. Seriously. In my short eighteen years in this room, I have collected a crazy amount of useless stuff. And I like it that way. I doubt I'll ever be one of those minimalistic people who like fung shui and order. I... like disorder. I enjoy throwing my bracelet down on my desk, accidentally knocking it off, and not finding it for 3 months. That's just the way I am. Clutter makes a room feel.... completed. Without clutter, rooms feel like they are just part of a hotel, not really home. Because people collect clutter as they go throughout their lives. There's no denying it, and it's impossible to avoid. And this is where my two realizations about myself collide. Some people realize their materialism, spend a day de-cluttering their home, and move on, feeling better about their nicely organized space. Not me. I hold on to this clutter, not wanting to lose it. It reminds me of the things in my life that have defined me. I have an old, signed ticket from an Eisley concert two years ago sitting in a picture frame that holds a photo of me and one of my bffs, Stephie. This ticket is old, dirty, and smells faintly of disgusting smoke and beer. But it is one of my most treasured items. I still have a Best Buy gift card that I have never used, because it is from a boy that I will probably never completely get over. And I have 2 and a half years worth of Teen Vogues that I refuse to throw in the trash, no matter how many times my mother tries to get me to. I guess that's just who I am.