As I prepare to pack up all of my 22 years into as little boxes as possible, I have been busy going through everything. Now I wouldn't call myself a pack rat, but there are definitely times when I have a bit of trouble, just letting go. The task of actually going through drawers, organizing photos, and deciding what to keep, and what to toss, seems so daunting that I would rather enter a state of zen, close my eyes, and let the boxes pack themselves.
It is funny though, to see some of the stuff that I have held onto. Old photographs, letters, birthday cards, and articles of clothing with sentimental value that I don't even remember now. Its funny to see how my style, and my character, have evolved so drastically over time.
It reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in the Sex and the City movie: when Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda arrive at Carrie's apartment to help her prepare for her move to 'heaven on 5th'. The girls do a fashion show, modeling the monstrosities that Carrie held on to from the 80's. They hold up signs indicating whether or not she should TOSS, KEEP, or TAKE. The whole scene is just so fun to watch. It is the perfect blend of fashion and friendship: my two favorite things.
Maybe that's my best solution. I love my girlfriends. And I know how much my girlfriends love to drink. I'm thinking I should chill the Prosecco, and invite the girls over for an afternoon of gossip, nostalgia, and manual labor.
