Memories

We're in the midst of a partial remodel over here, so everything has kind of been one gigantic mess, especially my room. Before this remodel even began, I had been asking to have an *actual* bookcase in my bedroom because I had a lot of books--and not enough space. The headrest shelves I was using were getting the job done, but I could see that I was going to need something bigger someday.

Well, "someday" finally happened. It took about 10 days to get my headrests, plus one "normal" shelf cleaned out, but I did it and now my "new" bookcase is here!!

Before

After

The "After" job looks pretty good huh? Yeah, I'm really happy :) Finally, space to shove more junk when I don't feel like cleaning, which is actually most of the time ;)

But this major clean out also made me come to one very sad realization:

I need a Kindle.

I've been avoiding buying one for years; there's just something about physically holding a paperback in your hands that's---for lack of a better word, indescribable, it really is; but seeing that mountainous pile of books scattered across my floor as well as my bed, I gave in, realizing that if I didn't do something about it, I'd be buying new shelving every year. So, what you see in the "After" picture are the books that I like and will most likely get around to reading. I plan to donate the rest of my books to charity.

Cleaning house is kind of funny. No one ever really really looks forward to it, but at the same time, it can bring about some unexpected surprises.I didn't normally hold on to grade school art projects or book reports unless they were A). Really good or B).Meant something to me. So when I found these items (neither of which I thought I had saved) it was a serious trip down memory lane. (That's so, damn cliche, but I can't think of another way to put it).

The two items were these pictured:

The first three pictures are of my "How to..." book that I made in fifth grade. I look at the googly handwriting now and can't believe that I ever wrote that way. The third picture is of a postcard from our sixth grade trip to Wolf Ridge, AKA "The Week that Natalie Nearly Died". I thought this one was particularly funny because I used to love Best Buy as a kid and here I am demanding I be taken to Best Buy--most likely as soon as I got home. That's one trip I hope I never have to experience again. In fact, I kissed the ground and cried when I got into my house. :)

More later!