banality

oh, i love that we decorate things! i love when we make our homes a little picture of ourselves! i love how you can step into a house and sometimes know - oh, you made this yours! i love looking up to a window and seeing the hopeful little green heads of potted plants! i love the cheery bright fairy lights in your childhood bedroom! i love that we paint our nails, i love that we dye our hair, i love that my house's front door changes color every year! i love finding little chalk pictures and little hearts in the pen aisle of art stores and little stickers on the outside of waterbottles! i love the clip-on earrings and the little tassels on the end of new bike handles and the bird on my favorite plate! i love that in the darkest part of the year, when things are scary and sparse, we put up cheesy snowmen and flamingos in scarves and big, tinseled hope - hi, there! we say, i'm in here! this is what my light wants to look like! come see! come see me!

My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.