A trip down memory lane


Since it is spring, I thought it would be a good idea to start out my spring cleaning by tackling my room. Key word there is “thought.”

After I pulled everything off the rack in my closet I started to feel a little overwhelmed, and all I could think was, “Where did all this stuff come from?”

As I looked at the piles of clothes, shoes, and scarves on my bed I knew that I needed to get rid of some things, so I grabbed some garbage bags and began weeding out what I didn’t wear anymore.

Sounds easy enough, right? I started on my sweatshirts first. Who knew you could have so many Central Michigan University sweatshirts in so many different styles and colors?

Sure, I didn’t wear half of them, so I started bagging them up.

As the piles started getting smaller, I noticed my room had been buried in bags.

Just imagine if I didn’t waste my money on all these clothes I don’t wear. I would be a millionaire! OK, not a millionaire, but maybe I would have some of my college loans paid off.

Yeah, right.

The farther I dug into my closet, the more treasures I found –– from a giant picture board used in my speech class to pictures, and even a video full of summer camp memories (I would just die of embarrassment if anyone saw it, because I can only imagine how dorky my friends and I were).

As I opened the box of pictures, I was surprised how organized I was when putting them away. When I say organized, I mean that I put them all in a gallon-sized zip lock bag and labeled them high school, college or family.

Now, let me give you a little background on this. When I was younger (high school and early college) you would rarely find me without a camera, and that is why I have pictures on pictures on pictures.

Actually, to this day I always have a camera with me, but that is beside the point.

Diving into the bags, I could not contain my laughter and tears, because every picture I pulled out had a story.

Looking through the high school bag brought back some awesome memories, but it also brought sadness to my heart because I realized I rarely see the people I was really close with in high school anymore. There was a group of us who went to Central together, which allowed us to maintain that strong friendship, and I am thankful for that every day.

Moving on to the college bag brought back the best memories.

Each picture I looked at made me feel like I was right back in that moment.

From freshman welcome weekend with my friend Annalise in the fall of 2005 to coloring my hair for the first time in my dorm with her.

The next picture I came across was of my friends Scotty and Ollie from when they decided to grow their hair out. Granted, you might not understand how hilarious this was, but for the few who know these two and remember this, I wish I could post it in this column for you. As it is, I hope you remember just how ridiculous they looked.

Flipping through the pictures made me remember all the fun I had in Mount Pleasant and how I took it for granted, because I would give anything to be right back there in those moments with those people.

As I packed the box back up, I couldn’t help but feel blessed to have those people in my life.

The funny thing is, while we all went to the same school, graduated in different years and might not have been close then, you can find most of us all hanging out together on any given weekend now.

And while those people in those pictures may have grown up, one thing is for sure –– we never grew apart.

As for the cleaning… That never got finished.


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