Brian and I have started taking separate trips down to the basement to go through things down there with a trash bag in one hand. I've unearthed craft supplies that I forgot that I had. For one thing, I found a sewing project that I started with my mom, a nightshirt for me. I had to have started it at least nine years ago so it won't fit me. Into the trash it went.
Then I made a fun discovery: in a diaper box marked "sharp utensils" I came across every single on of my diaries! I brought the box up to the kitchen table to marvel. I also had another box containing letters from my high school boyfriend, B. We dated for two years, and he was my first heartbreak. I didn't keep these things because I still hold a candle, but because they were snapshots of the past, time preserved. Plus his notes were always fun, with pictures that he had drawn of people we knew, jokes, and general sweetness. I didn't go through the notes much, but I've already discovered that in the twenty years that have passed, I don't "get" all of the jokes anymore. :)
So all productivity ceased and I took a stroll down Memory Lane, allowing me to do this:
I had diaries from 1988-2002. I was in fifth grade in 1988, and 2002 was the first year we owned this house. I was big on diaries, I would spend lots of time writing in one. Sometimes it was theraputic, sometimes it was just about documenting things that I wanted to remember. Some of it was good, and some of it was not-so-good. All of it was intriguing. The younger years are what one might expect, "I'm mad because so-and-so is no longer my friend" or "we had chicken for dinner." Really deep stuff. :) As the years go on the content gets better and the writing improves. There are a lot of Madonna lyrics in the teenage, junior-high years. (Apparently this was before the music companies were required to carry age labels I guess....racy!)
I was apparently boy-crazy. Every entry revolves around some boy named Dave, or Mark or Pete or WHATEVER!!! A lot of teenage angst. I wouldn't repeat that time of my life over again for all the tea in China. (So-and-so is mean....this so-and-so is trying to wreck my life. I have no friends. WaahhhH!) Interestingly enough.... A lot of my "so-and-so" friends from those years are still people that I am friends with today. So I guess it all worked out! Old friends are the best. They also made me happy that I have BOYS. No teenage girl drama in my house. Though....if these boys are heartbreakers like their Dad was back in the day, I may have some teenage girl problems after all.
Brian got to enjoy some of this too. He got ahold of the diary that I was keeping when we first met, and those first few months together. That was fun to re-live for both of us.
Back into the box they go. Maybe I'll find them again in 20 years and do it again.