I’m getting ready to move.
Hmm, that sounded more philosophical / metaphysical than I may have intended.
I’m getting ready to move
bodies to a new apartment. Not exactly sure when or where, but already I’m inventory’ing my things, realizing just how little I own (no furniture aside from a bed, dresser, desk, and some bookshelves) and yet how much crap I’ve accumulated, including both boxes of amorphous stuff and things that, well, should be valuable to me.
A plethora of photo albums. Yearbooks. And yet more boxes filled with an assemblage of handwritten letters, high school newspapers and term papers, and the like.
These take up space, the physical, to be frank, more than the mental or emotional. I don’t really think about the distant past all that much, for better or worse. Don’t really have close friends from high school (my fault more than theirs), and — as a card-carrying geek then as now– let me just bluntly admit that school days were not necessarily my best of days.
I’ve already scanned thousands of my old photos, probably close to 100% of them in fact, with the very awesome ScanCafe service. But these new digital files supplement, rather than replace the physical incarnations.
Or do they? I was just realizing that — except for doublechecking that all my pics got appropriately scanned — I haven’t spent more than a handful of minutes over the last years perusing my hardcopy photos. Have you? And how about those high school yearbooks? Ten years after high school, have you given them more than a passing glance?
And whether you answer yes or no… I think a more interesting question is why. If you still
lasciviously / lovingly / longingly linger over your old photos and yearbooks, why? If not, why not?… and would you actually consider junking them? (or perhaps you already have?)
Very curious to hear your thoughts… 🙂