Simplicity, Sophistication, and Stability are my themes for 2018 (and beyond.)
After my mom’s passing, I acquired 10 million things. Big, small, sentimental, functional, non-functional, decorative, tiny, expensive, artistic, homey, emotional, borderline-broken, fragrant, valuable, handmade, should-have-been-thrown-away-Years-ago, extremely precious, wooden, metal, glass, gold, canvas, paper, fabric, diamond, plastic, you name it, types of things.
Cluttered doesn’t even begin to sum up my life right now—hence the need for the enlightened zen like themes:Simplicity, Sophistication, and Stability...
As you allllll know I already have my own 10 million “Big, small, sentimental, functional, non-functional, decorative, tiny, expensive, artistic, homey, emotional, borderline-broken, valuable, handmade, should-have-been-thrown-away-Years-ago, extremely precious, wooden, metal, gold, canvas, paper, fabric, diamond, plastic, you name it” things of my own...so this is the conception and birthing of my new project “Gone but not Forgotten” —a blog about things.
I can’t keep everything from my mom and dad, and the biggest realization from my parents leaving this world is, they couldn’t take any of their belongings with them. All of their material things were left behind—left behind for reimi and I to deal with.
A burden that wasn’t supposed to be—and is, but isn’t a “burden” at all...
I mean, so many of the things my parents had have Good memories attached them. Some objects will immediately conjure up tears, because they hold such sentimental value to them. But again with all of that said, I simply can’t keep everything~ Just the physical, emotional, and mental weight alone are causing cracks in things I once thought were pretty solid.
So, in hopes of honoring my parents, their belongings, and my memories of it all, my plan is to take pictures of the items, and write recollections of what these things mean to me—and after I post the blog, I’ll part ways with the physical object.
Some things will be thrown away, most donated, and dear reader...if you fancy an item (or would secretly like to be my storage place for something that seems Dear to my heart) then by all means, lmk. Lol —but all in all, this project is a means to find some closure, and peace.
No one tells you about the eerie freedom you feel once both parents are gone. No one explains how your parents represent “home” and once they are gone, that sweet nostalgic but sometimes binding/suffocating relationship is gone too. There isn’t a obligation to have ties to anything anymore—and the freedom is liberating but also really lonely too.
I mean, of course, I have Reimi...but the ties to a sibling verses your parents is really different—it just is.
So now, here I am, starting 2018 with things—tons and tons of things, but little by little,
to let go