“Can you list these items on Freecycle?” my mom asked, pointing to a pile in the corner of her living room. After 40 years in my childhood home, my mom has downsized to a townhome not far from where I live. Downsizing of square footage means downsizing of belongings; my sister and I have been assisting with listing items on Craigslist and Freecycle, sending things to Community Forklift, and scheduling charity pickups.
When I started middle school, I suddenly realized my wardrobe was woefully inadequate. In a much larger school with kids from several feeder schools from across the county, I now was in class with kids from different types of neighborhoods, different income levels, and different senses of style. In elementary school, it was more about wearing something fun or colorful. Middle school, it wasn’t good enough to wear your favorite color. Now, the brand mattered.
I didn’t recap my outfits. I didn’t share the best swag, the best buys, the best beauty of the year. I didn’t do a blog in review (though there’s a draft version I chose not to post) and I didn’t write about my goals for the New Year.
I didn’t because every time I felt false and hollow. I’ve felt false and hollow for a few months now. I’m not sure if it’s because of the election,
24 years ago today my friend Adam called me up and asked if I wanted to go to the movies with him and a bunch of friends. This guy Chris would be there, and he thought Chris and I would be a great couple. I said yes, but I didn’t have a ride. He told me our mutual friend Shawn would pick me up, but he had to pick up someone else.