November 28, 2010

why i love holidays.

There's something so calming and wonderful about waking up in your childhood bedroom.

I sleep better than ever when I go home, huddled under layers and layers of blankets--and when I wake up, I half forget that I'm not sixteen anymore. Thanksgiving morning I opened my eyes to find teal walls, framed Broadway posters, shelves and shelves of pictures--from prom, high school football games, different Halloweens, and the braces years. My old journals--detailing every crush and every moment from sixth grade through twelfth--are stacked beneath my bed, a neat little pile of secrets. 

In my closet there is a box full of boyband posters and concert t-shirts and the letterman jacket I never wore. At the foot of my bed, there's the quilt my mother sewed me from the t-shirts of every play I was ever in, every team I ever played on, every club I ever joined. In my sock drawer I find birthday cards and love letters and ticket stubs aplenty.

My bedroom, of course, is a time capsule. 

And I know that someday my parents will sell the house, that someday I will be spending Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve somewhere else, somewhere that isn't teeming with my earliest memories... so I cherish that sixteen-again feeling. I revel in the ridiculous things I wrote and kept and tucked away. I treasure every little item, every little story stashed in the corners.

And I feel grateful. So very, very grateful.

(Photo: tea time)


Melissa Blake said... [Reply to comment]
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Melissa Blake said... [Reply to comment]

this is so beautiful...definitely going in my friday round-up!

Michelle said... [Reply to comment]

Going home is the greatest! And I agree, the best sleep is in bed at your parents house.

DT said... [Reply to comment]

beautiful post.. love it!

Aryam said... [Reply to comment]

The greatest thing in life is spending time with your family. I love that your parents keep your bedroom as it used to be... now you can make a journey in time.
Lovely blog, i hope you can visit mine.

Indigo said... [Reply to comment]

Returning home for the holidays is always magical. I love spending time with my family and the simple pleasures of having a cup of tea with my mum at the kitchen table, watching old movies with my sisters and reading to my little brother.

Kelly said... [Reply to comment]

This is exactly how I felt going home for Thanksgiving this past week. Thank you for verbalizing it : )

wichser studio said... [Reply to comment]

hello :)

i know exactly what you mean. i slept in my old bedroom the day before i got married and got the exact feeling. that day i actually went into a box where i kept my stash of grammar school gossip notes and love notes. it was so funny to me, heartwarming, and also a staple that i was about to enter a huge turning point in my life.

yes, one day my parents will sell that house too, but wow the childhood memories of that house and family that will stay with me.

thank u so much for sharing this!

Anna said... [Reply to comment]

my body just erupted in goosebumps. such a brilliant post. sweet & so so true.

Mary said... [Reply to comment]

Beautiful post. My childhood bedroom is long gone, but I remember it well. Very sweet.

Allie Burnham said... [Reply to comment]

just stumbled on this post from So About What I Said. I love it! My family moved after a graduated so now the house I go home to is not the room I spent most of my adolescence in. I miss all the memories associated with my old home though. Its just a special feeling. Look forward to reading more from you!
stay well,