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Boxes, letters, bags of love...

It's no secret that I've been struggling and feeling sorry for myself for some time. This weekend I finally cleared my bookshelves and sorted out all my boxes of "stuff" that have been waiting to be sorted for MONTHS. I give myself a hard time for being a hopeless horder, but today I realized that I keep things to help me remember and to make sense of my past. And that's okay. Everything I keep has a reason and a meaning.

I dipped in and out of letters and cards from friends and family, reminded myself of my previous life - at University, my travels, the start of my career. And I felt nourished and blessed by the life I've led so far and the people I've met and the friends and family who love me. I then had fun scanning a few bits and pieces and whatsapping them to my best friends and to my siblings.

When I took everything out of all the boxes, and then the final finished bookshelves!


My mum is a bigger horder even than me  - I found a stack of letters that I had written to Father Christmas, and that she had kept and returned to sender!
This was the letter to make my little sister still believe in Father Christmas (even though my brother had spilled the beans!) Still makes me laugh....




my univ library card (well loved and used), union card, and a quotesI liked and kept


A postcard that was always kept close to my desk - a sentiment I should keep in mind now...


This was the poster I kept on the door of my room in halls! Some of the writing has faded in the scanning - but my philosphical influences as you can see were Garfield, Winnie the pooh (but in German) and the poem about Marvin the paranoid Android (thanks to the late great Douglas Adams)

Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infrared,
How I hate the night.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep,
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.


And this page which was photocopied from a magazine and which accompanied me throughout university - sadly, we don't seem to have achieved much...


And the page from the University prospectus which featured me in the computer lab!! This also makes me laugh, since I was rarely in there, but still got in the photo looking studious...