By Cassie Weiss
I’m dealing with the skeletons in my closet, quite literally.
Skeletons of old model cars, skeletons of shirts from back when I was 16, skeletons of the days I was a teenage rock star (in the figurative sense).
I don’t know how I feel about this.
My mom and dad are finally building the room that is suppose to be mine, in the basement, that they promised me 8 years ago.
I love that they are getting the room done, because now I finally get to paint something a colour that I want, but building the room means I need to prioritize the items I have in my bedroom upstairs.
I walk into my current bedroom, and I see all the posters of my teenage dreams on the walls.
Actors like Paul Walker and Johnny Depp, and singers like the Jonas Brothers and Fall Out Boy.
When I was young, I didn’t need wall paper, I made my own.
I was talking to a friend the other day. She said she had taken down all her childhood posters, and she felt relieved.
Sad that she was taking them down but relieved to be moving onto a new part of her life.
But I don’t know how relieved I will feel.
As Kat said, it will be sad to see that part of me go, the part of me that is still this young girl who obsesses over actors and bands.
But cleaning out my room isn’t a bad thing either.
I’ve been finding so many items that I forgot I had. Items like notes my friends and I would pass during class, and stories I had honestly forgotten about.
Books that made me laugh, and CDs with songs on them that made me cry.
I found a box of items that I had packed away that related solely to my best friend and I.
I spent twenty minutes going through this box, laughing at the insanely ridiculous stunts we would pull. Remembering all the times we would get in trouble, and find someway to make the situation fun and exciting.
I’m glad my mom has me on a blast from the past. The memories I keep finding are worth dealing with the skeletons and maybe finally letting go.