My Mom Threw out my Personal Belongings
One of My Art Pieces that was tossed - "Reflections" Another One of my Art Pieces - "Happy things" I booked my tickets excited to go ‘home’. I booked my tickets excited to see and spend time with my family. I booked my tickets to be surrounded by warmth and love. I booked my tickets to go HOME. I was told to bring a bag to start bringing my stuff back to California. “You have a house now, take your stuff with you.” It’s not that I didn’t want my stuff with me, it’s that a big part of me feels like it belongs in that house. In that closet, in my sanctuary. How many times when life got hard did I retreat into my walk in closet to find comfort. I had even sometime taken a pillow and blanket and climbed of my shelving and lay there to find my ‘safe place’. That closet has always been by childhood retreat. So then I left for college, many miles away. But when I’d come home, I’d come home. I could engross myself in all of the wondrous memories tha...