31/1/2012
Since I have gotten back I have been meaning to tidy my room. I am not a neat freak but neither am I a slob or compulsive hoarder. However, stuff just builds up and sometimes it is junk.
I share a room with my older brother. There are two beds, two wardrobes & a kind of mirrored dressing table drawer thing.
I tend to put most my books & dvds in boxes (those that do not fit on my shelf) & slide them under my bed. It does not exactly provide easy access but it is a temporary solution for a long term problem.
Books, games and dvds have come to take up a substantial amount of space spreading from the mirrored chest of drawers to the wardrobe.
I had ignored the problem for quite some time but it was grinding me down. In the end I resolved to tackle of rubbish and items I had deposited in the mirrored drawers.
I found letters from 2006, bank statements from 2009. I dug a little deeper and found copies of our school annual 'Venture'. There were photographs from the Oxigen festival 2006, Vienna Sprachkurs 2007, trinkets from Australia 2008. Postcards and mementos once lost, embued with immense sentimental value power reduced to clutter. It was quite sad.
I found letters from my University, my birth certificate, baptismal certificate & lo and behold two items of significant merit.
There in the back right hand corner of the drawer I found a little record book, blue in colour detailing a list of vaccinations I had received and beside it, perhaps most poignant of all, lay a little transparent plastic bracelet that hospitals use to tag and identify babies. It's miniscule petite appearance struct a chord. How.humbling it was to hold this item in my hand, again. It read :
Baby Carragher
27-11-1987
10:45am
Twenty four years later returned to its rightful owner. I placed the collection of items in a single brown envelope. Making things easier, simple even for any future identity thief.
It is a funny feeling to find yourself
reduced to paper and plastic I thought to myself as I burned past payslips and correspondence.
Since I have gotten back I have been meaning to tidy my room. I am not a neat freak but neither am I a slob or compulsive hoarder. However, stuff just builds up and sometimes it is junk.
I share a room with my older brother. There are two beds, two wardrobes & a kind of mirrored dressing table drawer thing.
I tend to put most my books & dvds in boxes (those that do not fit on my shelf) & slide them under my bed. It does not exactly provide easy access but it is a temporary solution for a long term problem.
Books, games and dvds have come to take up a substantial amount of space spreading from the mirrored chest of drawers to the wardrobe.
I had ignored the problem for quite some time but it was grinding me down. In the end I resolved to tackle of rubbish and items I had deposited in the mirrored drawers.
I found letters from 2006, bank statements from 2009. I dug a little deeper and found copies of our school annual 'Venture'. There were photographs from the Oxigen festival 2006, Vienna Sprachkurs 2007, trinkets from Australia 2008. Postcards and mementos once lost, embued with immense sentimental value power reduced to clutter. It was quite sad.
I found letters from my University, my birth certificate, baptismal certificate & lo and behold two items of significant merit.
There in the back right hand corner of the drawer I found a little record book, blue in colour detailing a list of vaccinations I had received and beside it, perhaps most poignant of all, lay a little transparent plastic bracelet that hospitals use to tag and identify babies. It's miniscule petite appearance struct a chord. How.humbling it was to hold this item in my hand, again. It read :
Baby Carragher
27-11-1987
10:45am
Twenty four years later returned to its rightful owner. I placed the collection of items in a single brown envelope. Making things easier, simple even for any future identity thief.
It is a funny feeling to find yourself
reduced to paper and plastic I thought to myself as I burned past payslips and correspondence.
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