As I sit here, I realize that my life is in this room.

Pictures of friends and family
-some I probably won’t recognize in years to come

stuffed animals from friends
-some bought at a store as a last minute thought others made with love and care

posters of past heart throbs
-from when I was a teen, young and impressionable

model horses
-handed down from mother to daughter

sister’s creations
-that I hold so dear, for one day she will no longer be little

Tigger
-my obsession that everyone know to buy for gifts

roses
-paper and metal from past loves and crushes as well as current

Archie comics
-fun to read from youth to old age

furniture
-that has followed me across the ocean and back

boxes of memorabilia
-for there is no room on the shelf

All this and more, my life’s possessions, for every physical item has emotional attachment.

My life in a room

01/07/2001