I went back to my parents house. My house.
Like i wrote last week, i had to go help them clean out the attic and determine what should be tossed out and what things i wanted to keep.
None of us actually knew what exactly was up there, we haven't been up there in like 15 years or something.
Think of the spiders! That's all i could think about.
But i'm getting ahead of myself, let's start at the beginning.
The old neighborhood is not a pretty one, at least not this part
The backyard. A dying apple tree with a birdhouse. In the background, the toad castle my mom made for, yeah, the toads!
My window. My first boyfriend sometimes climbed up on the roof of the garage in the middle of the night to see me and he would stand right there, smoking his hand rolled cigarettes
This drawer hadn't been cleaned out in about 20 years, the ruler is mine from maybe the 5th grade. And it's broken! That's why i'm giving my mom the "dude, seriously" look. Notice the sweet fanny pack i found. That's a keeper!After a helping hand downstairs, it was time for me and my brother to go to the dreaded attic.
It looks bright, but that's just flash.
It was dark, damp, cold and creepy.
And there were way more boxes that any of us had imagined.
Lego, barbie, stuffed animals, clothes, a few unlucky paintings and big bottles from when my folks used to make their own booze. And lot's more! I used a big board to kill anything that moved.
My brother and i don't see each other that often and we actually had fun up there, going through our old crap!We carried all the boxes down to the garage.
Then came the really hard part: sorting through them and getting rid of stuff.
Something me and my whole family suck at.
But i was surprised to find that i have changed.
I used to feel so guilty throwing stuff out, but there in the garage i turned into this rational, guilt free person.
I could take this toy that i remember playing with and loving, and just throw it in the trash.
I have never been able to do that before.
My brother was all "no, not that one, how could you?" so we agreed he shouldn't look into the trash at all!
Only a few Barbie dolls made it, this one was not one of the lucky few. I wonder if i went through a brief goth phase as a kid?
This is what i narrowed all the boxes down to: two small bags of really old clothes (including an awesome now vintage sweater and an old Madonna t-shirt), an old classroom poster with some camels on it, some Russian art books (only loaners, they're my moms), one of my mom's fabric art pieces in a lovely big frame, a photo album, H.C. Andersen's complete works that my mom used to read to me and one big box of toys and treasures from my childhood.
I didn't take pictures of any of the things i'm keeping, i wanna get them home (they're still in the garage) and take some good photos to post here.
There was some awesome things there!
The whole thing only took a few hours, but my parents appreciated the help.
I realize now that i haven't been much help to them in the whole moving process, so helping with the gross stuff is the least i could do.
And i made it through the day without bursting into tears over losing my home.
After we finished we went to a Julefrokost, which in danish means christmas lunch, it's a very danish tradition, that usually involves getting really drunk.
I'm happy this wasn't one of those Julefrokost, this was a family thing at my uncles place and instead of getting wasted i got to hang out with these two guys:
I caught the brothers Larsen during a rare moment of quiet.
The tea set was a gift from my mom, it used to be hers when she was a little girl.
They wore both me and Lucifer out completely, the energy of those two!