My Life Can Be Summed Up In A Few Boxes
So I recently helped my parents move out of our house that had been home for the past 22 years or so. I haven't lived in that house consistently since I left home for college but my room pretty much didn't change one iota. Nirvana posters and other 90's band images I loved littered the walls. My closet was jammed pack with those same 90's bands iconic tour t-shirts (Airwalk sticker included on said closet door). I had boxes of love notes still hiding in tucked away places. Newspaper clippings of Bonds' pursuit of the single season home run record that my father clipped and saved for me while I was gaining a higher education. Photo albums of the good times in life otherwise known as not-adulthood. Treasured Dean Koontz and Michael Crichton novels. VHS tapes of my favorite childhood films (Gremlins, the Alien movies, the Star Wars trilogy, etc) and blank tapes filled with episodes of the original Melrose Place, My So-Called Life, and of course Saturday Night Li