I remember the day I moved in. I had a bed, some sheets and a few boxes. bringing minimal items through the doors of adulthood, It looks Just like my dorm room days when all my friends had these cool apartments and lamps that matched their rugs. But, I didn’t have the money and the matching lamp didn’t give my room the right kind of light. So, I bought plants instead and used the sun. The window didn’t need a power cord because the energy was already there; I just needed to peel back the shades. Now, everyone asks where I got my window, but like anything really special, it was built for my room and not for sale.
There is no worse feeling than the jolting realization of bare skin where your earring used to be, and no better prize than being lucky enough to find it again. In a world of gems and fake silver, forgetting to care for your timeless pieces is your way accepting an eternally dim shine. Cherish your dimes; treat them like gold.