Week 2: Finding Memories

My camera charger is still lost in the craft room, so I am inflicting another low quality image on the internet.  At least it is only one this week.

I started filling the drawers of my clean storage units, starting with my filing crate from high school.   Most of the stuff in this crate could be recycled, including a bunch of free instruction sheets from craft stores and magazine fold out patterns which I will frankly never use.  The real treat was the file folder of pictures from my high school band trip to Disney World, old school IDs, and random family photos.  The shoe box in the photo is for collecting these memories for storage somewhere other than my craft room (the top shelf in my closet, though it is getting full).  Many of my Disney pics made there way to the trash.  Looking back the pictures of the pretty topiary at Disney World mean very little in comparison with the photographs with identifiable people in them.  I wish I could say that I threw all these out but I kept the prettiest flowers, sunsets, and waterfalls for cutting up and using in craft projects. More admittedly were kept then I will probably ever use.

Because I didn't feel like the one filing crate transfer was quite enough for the week I searched the room for some things to quickly move and found multiple boxes of memorabilia from overseas trips I took in college.  I got caught up in reading the post cards I sent home, and spent an inordinate amount of time reading a journal from my first experience traveling overseas.  It was another band trip the summer before my freshman year at college.  We were in England during one of their hottest summers on record.  I had to laugh at some of the things I wrote.  Apparently Scotland's cold drizzly climate was absolute heaven after London's heat.  I freaked out over finding spiders in a lake side hostel (I have lived in enough spider filled apartments since then to find the idea I once freaked out over such a thing absolutely ridiculous), and waxed poetic about the romantic English landscapes (followed by a disclaimer that there was nothing to do on the long bus rides but wax poetic about the view).  I am sure I will find other bits and pieces from various trips, but I managed to move three more shoe boxes full out of the room.  Unfortunately  the room still doesn't look like I did anything, and at this rate I am going to run out of places to move things to.  I need to be a little more hard core about throwing things out, but it was too fun to go through all the memories I found.