Spring Cleaning
I’m cleaning a bunch of stuff out of my room so that I can move out for real soon, and I feel as though I’ve just relived high school.
I found notes, notebooks, pictures and a whole lot of crap I never remembered having in the first place. It’s weird to see what I thought was so important just a few years ago, but I could without hesitation throw into the recycle bin today.
It is nice though, to not feel so attached to those things. Freeing, if you will. I don’t feel bound by the things I wrote and I don’t think I’ll regret throwing them away. Anything of real consequence has been blogged at some point, and we all know how easy it is to delete something completely from the interwebs.
A cool find, however, was the box of my great-aunts books from Korea. She spent a year teaching at a Methodist missionary school in 1962-1963. I knew I had the box of her stuff - because I claimed it when she died a few years ago - but I’d never taken the time to really go through it. There were several bibles belonging to her and other family members (for example a great great aunt, in the line of family that relates me to John Brown!) and her diary from that year in Korea. Everything she did is in that book. I haven’t had time to read it all yet, but I looked up important dates that I knew would be in there. Such as a cable she got from my grandfather notifying her of my uncles birth. A celebration of my grandparents 7th anniversary (number 52 would be Monday) and her birthday.
I think that I hope my writings will be thought of this way 50 years from now. Maybe I’ll have a child or niece that appreciates the history of her family and will devour diaries and journals to paint a picture of her family when they were younger. I’m a little bit of a romantic that way. I always hope I’ll uncover something hidden in the attic or the basement. I think the Korean diary is the closest I’ll ever get, but it is still awesome.
In other news, no new news from the job search. I was told that we’re on the latter half of “hurry up and wait” so hopefully I’ll hear something next week. I certainly hope so, I’m about to go crazy here in Topeka. I’ll be busy next week helping mom with VBS at church, so that will be a nice distraction and I appreciate the extra time I get to spend with Matt, but I want a job. Seriously.
