Earlier I mentioned i cleaned my room, it is alsways har for me to have a clean room and keep it thst way because I have so much clutter. The last time I went to Nigeria my dad brought me an old speaker that didnt work anymore and asked me if I had a use for it, while it didnt make the cut (mainly because I had limited baggage) it represens a common theme in my life that others see in me- I like to take simply meaningless things or things with potential and hold on to them. Sometimes it is because I know there is a perfect project that they can be used in for the future other times it may just be because they are hard to let go of. And sometimes its just that I am to lazy to think of what to do with them. Most people will say that I am sentimental but I dont think emotion is what drives these possessions. That's why i really love junk journaling because Its a great way to let go of my clutter. Anyways, heres some of my favorite clutter.
I am going to be honest, I am struggling to remember when this is from. I thought it was from when i got my seconds ear piercings but i think this is from college station when my friend got her nose pierced. I probably just picked it up because I though it was cool. I have no intention of actually using him though.
This is a strip from an event. There was nothing particularly special about this event , I just didnt want to get rid of it.
Okay. maybe this one is a bit sentimental .One thing about me is that I LOVE pins, for the longest time, this was pinned to the front of my old journal till it fell off but its a pin with someone of my closes friends faces on it. How can i bring myself to throw it away
This is just a nametag from when I was a stampede guide last summer
Ah, ofcourse my oldest piece of clutter. This is a ticket stub from a six flags trip in my final year of boarding school. My school-in the middle of nowhere would host these trips to dallas and six flags particularly . I can't rember much from the trip except a vague idea of the outfit I was wearing and wishing I would run into my highschool crush that i was madly in love with- I talked to this man once.
I dont even know why i still have this one, I don't even like Whataburger. My high school gave this out to the graduating class. The kids in my boarding school would try to steal them and get every number from 1-20 (again boarding school, middle-of-nowhere-texas). Maybe I still see this as a sign of wealth and this is my trauma response
As someone who doesn't have permanent residence in the US and has to pack up her entire life about once a year, it is really inconvenient to have all this crap,but I guess that's me.Anyways I hope youve enjoyed the journey of my clutter
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