Now that I have been cleaning up in our extra bedroom, since a bed will be coming out of there to go into Garyn's room, I have realized how many t-shirts we accumulate. I know this is a common trait amongst all of us, but have you ever really thought about it?
I went through a dresser full of Tyler and I's t-shirts....each one had its on memory, and therefore a reason to hold on to it.
One shirt was from middle school, Science Olympiad, a science fair. Tyler and I met in 8th grade, that is where our story begins. I was not a science maniac, neither was Tyler, but we both did Science Olympiad. My only goal was to be able to spend more time in Mr. Fairbank's room with Tyler. Any attention or glances I could get, I took! So, in my clean out, I found my shirt from Science Olympiad.
Other shirts included various vacations, one being Senior Spring Break with 6 of us girls. My many years of helping with Special Olympics was majorally represented amongst those piles of T-Shirts. More recently, Tyler and I's college trips to Seatle and Denver were intermixed in there.
You know all of these shirts were souveniers from some event, that we feel we need to keep in order to savour that memory.......I am very sentimental, don't get me wrong, but I bagged up 3 bags of shirts that we have had stashed away in an extra bedroom for at least the past 2 years since we have been in this house. I gave them away, because I realize all those memories are in my head the other 364 days of the year I am not moving those shirts around from storage place to drawer to box, etc..
Tyler always pushes for me to donate/ throw away stuff. He can tell when I am in the mood to get rid of things, and on those days, he goes to town loading stuff up for Goodwill and the dump.
This week, I did it without him, because I know these treasures I want to build up will only go on to someone else to throw out one day.