Granny Fran recently moved out of her townhouse and into an assisted living home which meant all of her stuff was moved into my parents’ house. And it just so happened that my dad decided to end the lease on his office around the corner from their house which meant that all his mom’s stuff that he was previously storing there was also moved into their house. All of which to say, my childhood stuff that has been safely stored in my old bedroom in Lafayette has been slowly migrating to San Francisco with each visit from my parents. I like to call this the Old Stuff Shuffle, and I am sure everyone has experienced some version of it.
I have received bags full of old photos and scrapbooks, old candles and random bottles filled with sand from who knows which beach and water for who knows what reason. On Easter, I received a stack of folders with homework, drawings and odds and ends from my schooling days ranging from kindergarten through high school. And let me tell you, there were some nuggets of pure joy in there.
Below are a few of my favorites.
Me in First Grade
Except from My Senior Year Essay
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