Everything Not Saved
- December 13, 2022
- isabel lee
While visiting home over Thanksgiving, I was reminded of a simple truth: that my house, and everything in it, is inextricable from my childhood. My room in particular has grown into an accidental curation of myself and every version of me there’s ever been. I may outgrow phases and clothes, but these physical objects remain. So what does it mean when I have to clean it out? What is it like to th…