Spring Cleaning My Past, Remembering My Future
After 13 years in their Carmichael “dream” house, my mother and stepfather are moving. This weekend they asked me to look through their storage for my childhood items that I wanted to save. I haven’t seen some of these items in over 10 years.
After a lot of agonizing, I’m shipping everything back to NYC because I’m not quite ready to let go, nor do I think I should have to. My entire young life somehow fits into three giant crates. I found toys, my first zines and comics, journals I had forgotten I ever written, and my first musical instrument. Life is a strange dream.
