The Box

I finally got the ambition to attack the last of my unpacked boxes. I've been at the Nantasket cottage for weeks, ignoring the pile of boxes and trashbags filled with clothes spilling through my bedroom door. Sleeping in Ellen’s room downstairs and inching through the pile to grab a dress once a day, was getting a little old. 

I had torn through the last of them and realized that my memory box was no where to be found. I started running all over the house in a panic, checking every random spot I could think that I might have tucked it away. I rode my bike over to Bri's (where I'd been living for a couple weeks after we moved out of emerald apartment) and couldn't find it anywhere.

I literally had a pit in my stomach for days. I cried more times than I think I have in a year. I mourned the loss the pictures, notes, ticket stubs, birthday cards, fortunes from cookies, bar napkins and especially the things I wouldn't remember.That box had everything that have meant something to me over the past four years. All of your faces and names scattered across most of them.

A week later I was doing laundry in the garage and saw the edge of a box sticking out from the horrendous floral couch we had just moved out of the living room. I crawled over the couch and ripped it open. Right on top....there it was....my fucking memory box! 

I really wish someone had been there to witness my reaction, because it was an oscar worthy dramatic performance.

I held the box up in the air and started screaming and spinning it around, frolicking beneath it. Oh yes. Frolicking. 

I abandoned my laundry, ran inside my house and sat on the kitchen floor pouring over the contents of the box for the next two hours. I was so emotional and grateful to have everything back. I read every little note that all of you have ever written me, was literally kissing dusty pictures, and tearing up at birthday cards. Basically it took losing something to realize how much emotion I have invested in the little bits of my life you all have touched.

Okay....i'll take it down a couple notches and wrap this dramatic story up. 

I'm so happy living in Mission Beach with Ellen and Alexis. I live in a little attic room, but I'm loving it.

Had a little labor day bbq that was great, but missed everyone who wasnt here to come. Me and cass have been talking about planing a camping trip in the next month or so, halfway between nor cal and sd so we can all attend. 

Hope everyones lives are full and beautiful!

-Jade <3