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Over the last four years, as an attempt to get past the storm that was my life. “That’s where you were,” I said aloud, looking in tearful disbelief at the box, which I was just about to throw in the trash. I forgot them, or tried to forget them, even though every few weeks my mind would drift back to the opals, the brooch, the earrings, the star necklace, wondering where they were. I’d searched high and low for these lost treasures of mine. I’d come to believe I would never find it again, that somehow I’d lost it because I’d gotten too wrapped up in the ordeals of daily life, and forgotten the core essence of who I was. For all this time, I’d been searching and searching for this jewelry. There inside the box were my long brass earrings, gifted to me by my then-boyfriend, now beloved husband, which he chose for me specifically to help my short neck appear longer.Īnd finally, inside was my oldest piece of jewelry of all - a string necklace with a beautiful clear glass vial, containing sand shaped like stars and a single grain of rice with my name written on it. Inside was the beautiful white brooch that was a gift from my fellow writer friend, the ceramic brooch smooth to the touch. They had weighed heavily on my conscience these past several years, as it forced me to question how I could lose something I valued so much, and wasn’t that a metaphor for the way I treated my gifts? Inside, were the opal-and-gold earrings and necklace I’d received from my Dad 20 years ago, which had accompanied me to 5 different countries I’d lived in, that were so deeply treasured and had suddenly disappeared on me some years ago. But just before I did, almost out of accident, I flicked the box latch.
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I was tired of looking at the locked box, and picked it up to chuck in the garbage bag. And this year, during my New Year cleaning, after wiping all the floors, I got tired of looking at old things that took up space. Something was in there, but it wasn’t clear what. When I picked it up and shook it, it jangled. The wooden box, which was locked, stuck for the last four years, was an eyesore on my desk that I would have gotten rid of long ago, were it not for the fact that I didn’t know what was in it. I was about to throw the box out, when it suddenly opened for me. ** Author yukirat575 Posted on JJanuFormat Quote Leave a comment on How it all began ソクジン **His sketch of how I show up in his imagination and dreams** He also has…some ideas about what I’m like. It’s the stuff that is neither evil nor good, but which just makes no sense whatsoever. There’s a grey zone in between partner “pros” and “cons” that might as well be categorized as “weird shit.” There are dealbreakers, such as heavy addiction to drugs, forced religious conversion, domestic violence, and unrepentant cheating. Of course, nobody believes their romantic partner is ever going to be perfect. This blog is mostly about our domestic life together, our challenges, and the small stories and imaginary scenarios that make this modest life such a treasure and gift. As of now, he’s still trying, though progress is being made at “glacier speed”. Years ago, when we met, he swore he would find a way to indoctrinate me in the ways of cleaning and organizing. For me, I use those papers as notepads, plates (ew), cleaning material, bookmarks. He gets distressed to see random pieces of paper laying around on a desk. He’s logical and organized, I’m impulsive and chaotic. Respectively, we’re called by these nicknames: I began this blog because its’ a tribute of sorts to my wonderful, amazing life partner, who has taught me to view life through a lens of humour and creativity.