I have been packing a whole lot recently in preparation for the biggest move ever.
I will be moving out from my current place of residence soon to another place, it is really sad seeing how I have been living my 18 years and almost 5 months here.
Anyway, as I m packing my things collected over the years into boxes, I find things that have been on my tabletop (in view) for the longest time. ‘I got that friendship bracelet from val’, ‘that (tattered) box was from rachel’, ‘oh! I remembered ailin gave me that’ and ‘claire painted that rock for me’…
I realized that almost everything I actually kept (despite much of their poor conditions) were from other people! It is amazing that I can remember and place the exact situations in which I received these gifts of love from.
Some of the things I uncovered:
A painted ceramic mushroom- a rejected ‘pot’ from meisiew’s coursework and reshaped into a mushroom by mr lim kok boon.
A tiny wooden piece- from my first successful attempt at sawing from guides’ axemanship
A bookmark- from my primary two teacher mr lim chee min
Two painted rocks to look like mice- one by me and the other by val
And so the list goes on…
I sound like Indiana Jones! And even though these tiny items are nowhere as old and of importance to anyone as the items dug out by archeologists…they are every bit a treasure to me and they tell stories of my past just as artifacts would tell of history.
i find myself drained at the end of each day of packing, maybe it is all the recalling of memories that seem to flow back to me so easily…