Saving old images
We've been engaged in a massive clean-out-the-apartment operation, beginning last weekend. Right now our apartment is an obstacle course of various things pulled out of closets and boxes and shelves and stacked in piles in the hallway, kitchen and living room. It's hell. And mostly, it's my fault. I keep nearly everything. And while I really do hate clutter, I also become confused about what to do with it. Making a decision to throw something away involves such weighing of the scales. So, usually I just end up stuffing it somewhere out of sight and walking away.
But not this time!
The process is also slowed by the amount of time it takes me to read over old cards and letters, school papers, pictures... I found this old photo ID inside a pouch in an old date book. I'm 20 years old in this picture. And I love how I used to think of myself as "tough" - like that was seriously how I carried myself for a while. It makes me laugh looking at this expression as if I'm saying "yeah - what?"
Although I showed it to Anthony and he told me I looked like I am 14 years old in that pic. So... that makes it even funnier as it takes a little bit of the air out of my "tough" posture.
But not this time!
The process is also slowed by the amount of time it takes me to read over old cards and letters, school papers, pictures... I found this old photo ID inside a pouch in an old date book. I'm 20 years old in this picture. And I love how I used to think of myself as "tough" - like that was seriously how I carried myself for a while. It makes me laugh looking at this expression as if I'm saying "yeah - what?"
Although I showed it to Anthony and he told me I looked like I am 14 years old in that pic. So... that makes it even funnier as it takes a little bit of the air out of my "tough" posture.

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