The big move is next Friday, so I don’t have much time.  I began packing tonight.

It’s funny how, when I sift through things on my desk, most of what I find are memories. It wouldn’t occur to me to bring them to class or something and say, “these are my memories,” or anything like that. But the fact that they’re being uncovered, and I’m remembering what I’ve done, places I’ve been, things I’ve been given and people I’ve seen, and I’m choosing which of these things I’ve done to take with me, if not all of them. That’s a powerful feeling, like I can’t describe, or maybe just did.

My memories are numerous. As I looked through the rubble on my desk, I found a lot of things.

• A wooden cat that I got at a yard sale days before we moved into this apartment.
• A books on the square gift card, left over from my bar mitzvah.
• My Digital Video Editing project from ID Tech camp.
• Spare shoelaces for my shoes that I should probably employ.
• Presents from my fourteenth birthday that still touch my heart.
• A card that said nothing special, but was nice to see.
• My yearbooks and papers from Rowe ‘09 and ‘10.
• Lyrics and chords I printed out ages ago but no longer need
• A wax hand from Madame Tussauds in London
• Pens of all types and shapes and assortments.
• An M&M bracelet from Hannah Falvey.
• My old drawings thaw weren’t all that good.
• Disks for mac that I no longer need.
• Two CDs burned for me by my friend Dominic
• Wrappers and crumbs from all kids of things.
• My old watch with a broken wristband, still keeping time.
• Pictures, all from camp.
• Certificates from Middle School
• Rubber bands, old and new
• Spore, the video game
• Dice, or what’s left of them
• A brochure from NUA at the beginning of the year
• Books I remembered and others I forgot I had
• A sticker from visiting at MLK
• Suspenders, from my mime costume in October
• A pin representing pro-choice
• A belt buckle from a belt that fell apart
• Papers from Temple events of all sort
• And, perhaps most regrettably, a picture frame that I bought for this room that to this day goes unfilled.

I feel a lot of guilt, and a lot of nostalgia. But it really just culminates into one feeling.

I’m gonna miss this place.