Call me materialistic, but I do put a lot of weight on physical things. (No really, do call me that, as that is literally the definition.) Mostly I just like to have things around me to remind of different times in my life that I’m no longer inside of, as I really like to be surrounded by all the years I’ve lived that led me to where I am, which, typing it out loud, might suggest that I live in the past, and so  stay tuned for news of my upcoming book slash self help workshop series HOW TO NEVER EVER BE PRESENT EVER. But today I looked at all of my necklaces, hanging on the wall of my room:

And I just took a moment and looked at them, as a person with too much time on their hands might do with Things. I currently don’t wear any of them, as I wear the same jewelry every day, but hanging here (to name a few) we’ve got some pearls my mom got me from a vintage store in like 2003 when visiting me in NYC and she decided I needed some woman pearls, a necklace I Built myself at Brooklyn Charm in Brooklyn after I received my first paycheck for writing, a heart locket with Beyonce inside of it from Morrison and I’s first Valentine’s Day, a sister necklace from Morrison’s sisters, a compass that Julien and I both got after a trip so that we might always find our way, a tiny North Carolina, a golden owl found in my grandmother’s Things after she died, an Axe from Morrison as he sees and supports my gently violent side. I like having them there, to look at it, to remind me of each of these people, and each of these times. And so THINGS! THINGS FOREVER! And also maybe sometimes, meaningful human connections and maybe other stuff too.