This is graduation week and I'm partied out. My twins are juniors this year, but many of their friends walked this year and I attended the graduation ceremony with them at their high school, which I thought was above and beyond for a tired mom. As I sat there watching these children (I refuse to call them adults with their undeveloped brains), get ready to go out into the world I thought about my own transition to college. I went to a small junior college in Idaho. My dad packed up our car and drove me out there. That means everything I owned fit into the back seat of a station wagon. Remember those? Everything I owned. Station Wagon. College. Once I got there it all fit into a very small room. It was a long time ago but from what I remember it was a few boxes and a suitcase. My dad carried them into the dorm, left me there and drove back to Seattle. Basically kicked me out of the car and probably chuckled the whole way back.
The point is that all these graduates are making that same transition with probably about the same amount of stuff I started my adult life with, and it wasn't much. Although today's kids might have slightly more than just a few boxes, because a lot of them are so SPOILED.
Yesterday I kept thinking about the last 20 odd years since I left college and how the hell I acquired so much stuff. Where did it all come from, and how can I get rid of it as fast as possible? Garage sale? Box it all up and take it to a thrift store? One idea I had was to throw a huge party, put out everything I don't want and take donations for charity. Something like a "I'm Giving It All Away" bash. A little wine, a little laughing and the next day I'd have about as much stuff as a college graduate. I like it.
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