Boxes.

Happy news: I have been blessed with the chance to stay in Chicago this summer! When my co-worker told me, I jumped up and down while screaming for a solid ten minutes. The kids thought I was crazy (what's new), but I was (and still am) elated. However, this means that I will (fingers crossed) no longer live at home in Nebraska! It's so excited and bittersweet at the same time.
Since it's a quite Monday, I figured I might as well go through the mounds of boxes under my bed and throw away all the old notes, camp devotionals, and memories from middle and high school. Let me tell  you, this is not an easy task. How do I know what to save and to throw away? What is actually important? The arm of my old stuffed animal? An encouraging letter from a past camp counselor  The award letters from speech meets? Has my life boiled down to a few old boxes?
Honestly, I cannot bring myself to keep the boxes of speech critiques and worn, marked up scripts, even though I put my life and soul into perfecting them each new season. It's the wonderful notes and letters from old church friends, middle school classmates and family that make this so difficult. I do not sit and read each card on a consistant bases, but it is amazing and wonderful to have these momentos. These people helped me through hard times, supported me in every life change, and loved me during all my awkward stages. (And there was most definitely more than one!) And, the best part is, they continue to support me in all my new life adventures!