Random nonsense. Random brilliance. Random randomness.
Cheers to that.
I have thirty days left so I'm going to be sentimental because for one, this is among the things at which I am excellent, and for two, this is my blog and I'm allowed.
These are all my things - my comforts, my slowly crafted choices from America. As I dug up my first snapshot on Korean soil, I pondered what I've discovered about things these past 14 months.
Things are dispensable. Some of the world was born with this information; perhaps it was innate to their being.
I hoard. I attach sentiment. I like my shirts and my trinkets.
Something snapped. Maybe it started at the airport. I had to ask my dad for $270 to fund the 15 extra pounds of things I stuffed into my suitcase.
This year I lost and forgot about valuable scavenged scarves and adorable knit shorts. I threw broken sandals out of cab windows. I lost earrings and my favorite v-neck and I'm still alive.
So here's to things - special things, silly things, yummy things and useful things.
Here's to losing things and gifting things away.
Here's to trusting that things will replenish with proper time and intention.
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