When I moved from the States, the vast majority of my material possessions came with me in four bags. One of the bags held a shoebox-sized collection of priceless items: items which I have acquired through the years having deep sentimental value and a total dollar value of about $0.50. The small size of this collection, of course, makes keeping these items with me (and transporting them to foreign lands) very easy. A lot of this knick-knackery and doo-daddery remains on the window sill in front of where I sit now, connecting me to different parts of my life. Other items are scattered around my small apartment; paper memorabilia (cards, printed pictures, etc.) I keep mostly in an increasingly bulky envelope.
I’ve never been one to keep a lot of things, really. These items are the only items I have of any real value. Though if I were to be robbed and, for whatever crazy reason, I were to lose all of these small items, it would be no tremendous loss. They only symbolize what I hold in my memories and for now, my memory is mostly intact.
Back in the mid 90s, when I started my career in the corporate world, I decided to never clutter my workspace (whether it was simply a desk in a broom closet or a large corner office with windows) with personal effects. That decision, though, had less to do with living minimally so much as it did with my reasoning that if I were to ever be fired, I didn’t want to walk out with a box of stuff. I would simply walk out like it was just another day at the office. Head held high, avoiding any uncomfortable awkwardness with others.
I was never fired from any job, though. In fact, for the most part, employers loved me. I always just lived in a state of paranoia in the workplace.
Off track entirely. But it doesn’t matter; there’s really no point to this. I only wanted to share with you photos of trinkets and such that mean a great deal to me. These few items transport me to the beauty behind them. When I look at the lot of them, I smile. Because all in all, I’ve had a pretty fortunate life filled with love and beauty and insanity and laughter.
Completely aside but to give you an idea of my level of crazy, I have actually re-potted these fabric flowers three times now since being in Costa Rica. I mean, it’s the same original pot that Ginger crafted, but I have filled it up with dirt three times now. Twice when I lived in Herradura and then once after relocating here to Jacó. There WERE very logical reasons for replacing the dirt for these flowers. Seriously.
As for why I keep them by window? For sunlight, obviously.