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Let's talk about nostalgia today. For me, nostalgia has always been like a drug that I can't get enough of. In my teens/twenties, I found myself sometimes yearning for what was going on a year ago, or a couple years, and wish life could be like that again. These thoughts came even if my current situation was fine, I have just always loved reminiscing. Since I've been home all the time, I'm re-organizing all of my craft supplies, dollhouse furniture and miniatures and all of my ephemera. I can't help but pour through a journal or diary when I come across one. It's kind of like that feeling you get when you see pictures from late-90s delia's catalogs or a vintage advertisement from one of your favorite issues of Teen Vogue. Any of you remember that early 2000's magazine that always came with stickers of hot guys? I remember having the Mark McGrath and Fred Durst stickers. Wouldn't it be amazing to still have those?! If you remember that magazine, DM me because I can't find it online and I'm wondering if I dreamed it up. Anyway.....
I've kept journals and diaries and doodle sketch-books as long as I've been able to read and write. Some are strictly for daily journal writing. Some are just for poetry. Some have short stories and illustrations in them. The stack of tablets is impressive. Not only do the cover's of blank books remind me of the era (picture kittens in a basket or Lisa Frank jumping dolphins), but what's written inside brings me back as well. In middle school my friends and I would trade back and fourth our notebooks or journals and write in each others. Sprinkled about the pages are mini-Polaroids, magazine clippings, perfume samples, and of course stickers.
I've always liked the idea of sharing these types of things with others and having fun with it. I've tried a few different approaches but have abandoned it. I always thought it would be cool to have a place where people could post cringey, funny or emotional excerpts from their childhood and teenage diaries. I think for generations even a bit younger than me already kind of have access to that via social media. There's something so topical and refreshing, though, about seeing scanned images of handwriting and seeing the little doodles one draws in the margins. And let's not forget the awful spelling mistakes!
Eddie and I have been working on a small scrapbook/pet memorial journal that I purchased when Peanut got her kidney disease diagnoses. It's filled with prompts to get you writing about particular memories and there's pages to personalize with photos. I came across a poem in one of my old notebooks from 2003 about Peanut and it is just too sweet not to share. So without further adieu, here is "Ode To My Cat" written by me in 2003 (about Peanut obviously, and she would've been less than a year old when I wrote this, and I was 19 year old :-)
"Ode To My Cat"
No one is there
like you are
at 5:30am
you're in my face
to wake me up
and show me your dish
"oh, is this where it is?"
You always got a kiss for me
at anytime of day
I find you when I need
love, attention, relief
or when I just want to play
I may not be up all night
when you want to wrestle most
but I promise you when each
day is through
I know where my love goes.
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*wipes tear from my face* I'll see you back here tomorrow! Thanks so much for stopping by!
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I really enjoyed your post. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteSuch a beautiful poem for a beautiful relationship
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