NOSTALGIA TUB!!!
Waitaminute.
A nostalgia what?
Like, an old-school bathtub?
Or a bathub of magical memories?
What is this you speak of?
Marisa. Come on, now.
Nope, I don't mean a hope chest!
My "Nostalgia Tub" is a large plastic bin in which I store birthday cards, photos, small gifts, mix CDs (it all comes full circle), love notes (I'm not a TOTAL wallflower), programs from shows I've been in, journals, and other souvenirs from yesteryear. As I glance over at what I've unearthed, memories are all over my bedroom floor!
There are the wallet-sized dance school photos, bumblebee outfit included; my Travelcuts package for my flight to Europe in freshman year; my interview with the Globe and Mail on sexual harassment; an email from brilliant playwright (and now Beverley Hilly 90210 script superviser) Sean Reycraft praising a performance of mine at UTM; half-finished photo albums and scrapbooks; certificates of leadership achievement; cards for every kind of occasion you can think of; haikus from first loves, drunkenly scribed letters from thirds and mixed CDs from all others; an abundance of cheeky photos featuring close friends from high school that I'm sure they'd like to see burned, etc. etc. and so on.
Let's face it: Living in the past doesn't do much good. I keep my *giant* tub hidden away in my closet where it proves less distracting. But even if the past isn't a healthy place to stay, it sure is neat little vacay spot. Afterall, these memories and moments are a compilation of 24 years! They serve as a history to who I am, how I've gotten here, and what I've learned in my relatively young life. They chronicle the fresh beginnings of friendships, the highlights of loves, and the joys of being a blissfulyl ignorant young adult. They represent my best days while reminding me to be cautionary and realistic (not all those friendships and loves lasted). They are a handful of answers to the sometimes growing uncertainty I have about myself, and they will always remain a constant reminder of some beautiful experiences and valuable lessons.
By tomorrow morning, I'll haphazardly throw everything back into the tub and hide it back in the closet, but for now, I think it's totally acceptable to let me mind wander back a decade or two.
Although, I really should burn that bumblebee photo.
<3,
m
There are the wallet-sized dance school photos, bumblebee outfit included; my Travelcuts package for my flight to Europe in freshman year; my interview with the Globe and Mail on sexual harassment; an email from brilliant playwright (and now Beverley Hilly 90210 script superviser) Sean Reycraft praising a performance of mine at UTM; half-finished photo albums and scrapbooks; certificates of leadership achievement; cards for every kind of occasion you can think of; haikus from first loves, drunkenly scribed letters from thirds and mixed CDs from all others; an abundance of cheeky photos featuring close friends from high school that I'm sure they'd like to see burned, etc. etc. and so on.
Let's face it: Living in the past doesn't do much good. I keep my *giant* tub hidden away in my closet where it proves less distracting. But even if the past isn't a healthy place to stay, it sure is neat little vacay spot. Afterall, these memories and moments are a compilation of 24 years! They serve as a history to who I am, how I've gotten here, and what I've learned in my relatively young life. They chronicle the fresh beginnings of friendships, the highlights of loves, and the joys of being a blissfulyl ignorant young adult. They represent my best days while reminding me to be cautionary and realistic (not all those friendships and loves lasted). They are a handful of answers to the sometimes growing uncertainty I have about myself, and they will always remain a constant reminder of some beautiful experiences and valuable lessons.
By tomorrow morning, I'll haphazardly throw everything back into the tub and hide it back in the closet, but for now, I think it's totally acceptable to let me mind wander back a decade or two.
Although, I really should burn that bumblebee photo.
<3,
m
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