Do you have any collections?
Other than dust bunnies, my books are my collection.
My mother started a doll collection for me when I was only 3 months old. Sadly, my dolls from various parts of Asia, Hawaii, various parts of Europe, etc did not survive all of the moves of my childhood.
My mother again tried to start a collection for me, teapots this time. I was a married suburban mom with 2 kids and 2 car payments and a mortgage. The only tea I drank was iced and sweet. I loved them because she thought I would love them. Unfortunately, a well meaning friend, decided my house needed to be organized while I was flat on my back with 2 broken legs. The boxes with my teapots and some antique dishes from grandmothers.
I learned as a child that things come and go, they mean nothing at all. So losing things doesn’t hurt me, something it will make my heart twinge a bit at the memory, but I don’t miss them.
So my collections are memories, books, along with those mysterious dust bunnies.


















































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