| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | Hit me Baby one more time - the non Britany Spears version |
I have emails still in my Inbox dating from over a year ago. Why do I keep them? Especially when I have such limited space. I know why I keep all of DT's - because she's my Alex and I adore her and want to be able to read over everything she has said for the past year. :-)
But I have emails from people I don't even see and hardly talk to anymore. Except on those rare occassions where we all make an effort and get together. Which happens about once every four to six months.
I suppose I keep these emails because it reminds me of them. So at least I can go "I should give him a call... Or perhaps I should email her..." and not entirely forget about them. It's also so I remember what we used to have.
Memories are important things to me. I keep everything. I date everything. Photo's especially. Place, date, who's in the photo, what's it about. Everything. I have all my personal photo's seperated into categories, then into the different years. The majority of them are from highschool. I have hardly any of college. I really should get more. I need some. For the documentation and history of it all.
I also keep letters. Dating back literally years ago. Ones from my cousin in Newcastle when we were twelve or so, short messages from Nanna Monice which came with unique and different gifts, postcards sent by Dad from Rwanda and Cambodia - not only mine but Adam and Nick's as well.
Mum and I were in my room the other night just sitting and talking on my room. She was fascinated by the amount of things I have in there. She would ask me what something was and I could reply with how, who or where I got it from. *L* My room is made of memories. The purple fan above my bed I've had since I was around six - Dad bought it back from Cambodia. Same with the beautiful, but now slightly broken jewellry box.
The crystal hanging off my window I got given by Yasmin for a birthday, as with the saggo charm I have tied to a leather band around my wrist. Also on that leather band is a chinese (?) coin that Jerome gave me while we were 'dating'. I still have the piece of metal that held a rose quartz Adrian gave me for my fourteenth birthday, as well as the ribbon I used as a necklace for it.
I also have all of the Christmas cards and letters send by Vher's on my wall - and I have fun pointing out each one and telling people about the person who sent it when they ask. I also have the dream-catcher that DT made me hanging above my bed suspened by a piece of ribbon attached to my purple mozzie net. There are also purple sparkly stars hanging off the same net, tied there by Amanda and Laura when they decorated my room for my seventeenth birthday.
My chest of drawers and bedside table I will remember as having still been drunk when I went shopping the day after Matt's Party and The Car Incidient for them with Mumsy.
I could keep on going - nearly everything has some significance and emotional attachment to me that is in that room. It's terrific being able to remember - the good and the bad. It's all important.
Anyhow - I think that's why I keep those emails. They have an important significance to me. When I feel that it's time I'm sure that I'll delete them, but at the moment I still need them to be there.
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