The Box

Tonight I took a trip. I visited past lovers, old friends, prior birthdays and forgotten dreams. This journey is my personal time capsule of memories dating back at least twenty years. I remember arguing with a former love interest when they discovered the box. I was asked why I was “holding on to the past”. I’m not sure what response I gave. If I were asked the same question today, I’d have to say, it’s nice to look back at the younger me and have a tangible piece of who I was and who I thought I’d be. Not only does keeping this box allow me to look back, it affords me the opportunity to hold on to the good times, to reflect upon the bad times and be ever so grateful of where I am today.
I’m glad to have been born in the 70’s when long distance phone calls weren’t free and for most wasn’t cheap. I miss not having everyone at my fingertips. It made those conversations that much more special because I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to have another call. I miss the anticipation of letters in the mailbox. I miss the art of letter writing in general. There’s something magical about transferring thoughts to words and putting them on paper. Seventy five percent of everything I’ve “written” digitally has a “hard copy”. I actually wrote it on paper first.
I’m never getting rid of my box. In fact I’m a little sad thinking that my box will probably have very few additions as years go by. Printing emails to put in the box just won’t be the same.


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