Merry Christmas Eve!!!!!
Today we are discussing a fun topic to some, a dreaded topic to others: clothes.
It may not seem very Christmasy but it sure has a good moral! Help others 🙂
Let’s talk about clothes. Did you think you would hear that from me?
Yes, I like clothes, but this blog typically isn’t your fashion blog and when I do talk about clothes they are typically running leggings, race t-shirts, and which sock I like best, but today, it is different!
We are going to talk about clothes and being a college student.
It seems that every time I come home from school my closet has doubled in size. This is not true, however being away and not having my full closet with me has proven to me how many clothes I have that are not necessary.
Like that t-shirt from my high school prom that in reality I’m never going to wear again, or that favorite top from middle school that if I ever get large again, I will wear, or how about that dress that has been my “if I decide to go clubbing at a classy NYC club” dress that I don’t even bother taking to school because let’s be real, I will never be brave enough to wear that dress.
All these clothes sit idly by in my closet while I am off gallivanting around Australia, New Zealand, or Philadelphia in the clothes I actually wear.
So why do I keep them? Why, every time that I go through my closet, does that pair of shoes I wore in every band concert until I was 16 stay even though I will probably never wear them again?
Or that shirt I was wearing when I received my first kiss at 16? How about that dress that caused me to throw my first 5 course dinner party? They sit, sadly, taking up a hanger and far too much space in my closet.
It is because I am nostalgic. Maybe one day I will want to lace up those knock-off Ked’s that I danced in my first pageant and reenact that dance, or maybe I will want to put on that shirt that led me to the State forensic tournament in and recite my monologue, or even just that top sweater that I always wore in middle school and reminisce.
These past 5 months, I lived out of two suitcases. All the clothes I had packed were multifunctional, well-liked, and well-worn. These clothes taught me a lesson.
That all the little things I hold onto are nothing more than methods to remember. The overflowing t-shirt drawer will help me remember the past for no more than a moment. After the logos have been sifted through and the “remember whens” have been spoken, I will be left standing. Standing among a pile of t-shirts I will never wear again. Among a pile of memories that helped shape me into who I am today.
The clothes I have kept, far past their time are a symbol for where I am in life.
Too afraid to jump into the future because it means leaving the past.
However, as I lugged two, overweight bags back to the US after a semester abroad, the past weighed heavy on my shoulders.
The past is not who I am. The past just helped me get to where I am. The past is not who I am. It is just what helped shape me into me.
The future sits in my closet, in the form of a suit jacket, a shift dress, and a black pair of pumps.
But it also sits in my heart and my dreams. I can make the future whatever I want, regardless of the past.
It is time to let go, because the memories, the memories never fade or rip, unlike my laced blue summer dress that has been worn to the point of no repair. The memories will always be there, all I need is to remember.
This is why, every single time I come home from college, I will bag up at least two trash bags to take to the local Goodwill because someone out there could use these clothes, and getting rid of them only makes more space for the person I will become in the future.
Now for a little tidbit of advice, for all you college gals out there, here is something I recommend albeit it being VERY difficult. Only take two suitcases to school next semester. Leave all the rest of your shoes and clothes at home. Live off of two suitcases of your favorite clothes and think of all the people who don’t even have this many clothes.
Then when you get home from school, think of what you truly need to keep, let go, and give to those in need.
The reality of you having enough room in your not-big-enough-for-a-bed first apartment for all of your clothes is not high anyways, so why not help others?