Thursday, October 10, 2013

A Story of Love At First Sight

I get attached to crap. All the time. Not physically! Because duh?! 

It's more of a sentimental attachment and you will definitely think some of those things are super weird. I get attached to books. I get attached to clothes; the longer I have them, the more I love them. Everyone else I know gets bored of their clothes real fast and keeps changing them. Not me. I get attached to them. And when it comes to the point that I absolutely have to throw it away and get a new one, I kinda sorta want the exact same one. I get attached to a whole bunch of things.

Also, I am the overly attached girlfriend/wife minus the CRAZY. My husband tells me that all the time. 

I'm about to go home after two years. And that means I'm gonna have to leave somethings I brought with me behind. Because they are heavy and it's stupid to carry them all the way home. I'm not going to bore you guys with every single thing I am going to leave and miss because (a) the list is pretty long, and (b) there is such a thing as too much information. No. I'll just tell you about this one thing because of all the things I will be leaving behind, this one holds the most sentimental value for me, and also because it will probably be pretty strange for anyone other than me.

It's cutlery. 


Not silver. Not even expensive. Just regular stainless steel cutlery, except it's not regular for me. It is incredibly special for me because it hold history. I am sad to let it go but it makes no sense to take them home with me. Let me tell you the story. 

This was many, many years ago. I was in high school. My mom always visited me every semester break and we try to spend as much time as possible during those weeks. And we went shopping  a lot. My mom is crazy in love with kitchen stuff. Appliances, dishes, pots and pans, decorative items...just about anything you can stuff into a kitchen, she bought. So we were in a lot of stores that sold such items.

One time when we were in a department store, in the kitcheny(?) isle, I saw this particular set of cutlery. It was love at first sight. I told mom to buy it because awwn, so pretty, but she was like Oh.My.God we already have too many of those and NO! 

But, but, so pretty! I had no idea what I would do with them if she bought them because she lives far away and I hardly go there (She usually came to me) but for some reason I didn't want to leave without them.

And then I had this wildly ridiculous idea and tried so see if it would work. 

I told her to buy them for me, and keep them with her for the time being. She asked when I would be needing them. I told her to keep them safe until I get married. I don't know what I was thinking! I was 17. I did not have a boyfriend. My future plans ended a couple of hours ahead from then. 

But it worked! She bought them!

A little over six years later, she handed them to me when I got married. So when we moved here eight months after, I brought them with me. Because they were mine. And they were so, so special. 


Many pieces have mysteriously disappeared the two plus years after that. But I still love them just as much as the day when I first saw them. I know they're just steel. And they're old now. But I'm going to miss them dearly. 

Tell me about the stuff you get attached to!