Spring Cleaning My Past, Remembering My Future
After 13 years in their Carmichael “dream” house, my mother and stepfather are moving. This weekend they asked me to look through their storage for my childhood items that I wanted to save. I haven’t seen some of these items in over 10 years.
After a lot of agonizing, I’m shipping everything back to NYC because I’m not quite ready to let go, nor do I think I should have to. My entire young life somehow fits into three giant crates. I found toys, my first zines and comics, journals I had forgotten I ever written, and my first musical instrument. Life is a strange dream.
One of the last things I did in my hometown of Sacramento, CA before moving to NYC was to create & manage a film festival. With a lot of help from my friends, I did it. Sometimes I forget about this — that I can make things up and make them happen — and finding this old program reminded me.
Revisiting my past — right before I return to NYC again — means something.
Today is a significant day… because my past self just reminded my present self that I am not done yet. Nope, not even close.