Memories... |
The Famous "Wall of Fame" or "Shrine to Myself" |
Because of the construction, my mom made me take it all down and pack it into boxes. I know many people have had to do this before (and don't even have the luxury of coming home to their childhood homes anymore) but this was very traumatic for me. This is years and years of history and memories that I had to take down and just pack up. I tried to be mature and handle this well. And I actually maintained composure for a little while. I laughed as I packed up my trolls. And my beanie babies. I sat down and smiled as I went through some old photo albums. And yearbooks. I am glad I saved so many things. But now they will be hidden away in boxes. Boo. This clearly was very upsetting to me. So I cried. I wasn't going to hold it in anymore. My room will never be the same when I come home. It will no longer be the room I grew up in and this is sad to me. So what if I am 30 (and a half)? This is MY bedroom and its supposed to remain exactly the same as it was 10 or 15 years ago. And its never supposed to change. Ever.
I know I am kind of being a big baby about this, but besides me losing a huge piece of my childhood, I can't also help but think that when I bring Mr. Right home one day, he will NOT be able to see the bedroom that I grew up in. He will not get a glimpse of my childhood. And that is a huge part of who I am today. And that's upsetting. I am proud of all my past accomplishments and they have shaped me into the proud 30-and-a-half-year-old woman writing before you today. I know I need to grow up and move on, but it's way easier said then done because I am a very sentimental person. I don't know how I will react when I walk into my room when I come home the next time, and I cannot guarantee it will not include tears again, but I will try. I know I don't live here anymore and I am happy my parents are doing this for themselves because they deserve it. (Kitchen next??) So what I am just going to keep telling myself, is one day, when I move back home with my own family and buy this house from my parents so my kids can grow up in it, I will have a nicer master bedroom than my parents did when they lived here. I had a great childhood in this house and I can only hope my children have something as great as I did. So as my 30-and-a-half birthday has now come and gone, I was able to look back at a lot of old, fun times and smile and cry. I guess that's all one can really ask for as they grow up.
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