Bonethugs

There is nothing insignificant here. A bis black and white tote bag from Spain. A photo of us and Nana from the Cliffs of Moher (sp.) The red and pink lantern I stole from Ellen. The purse I bought her for Christmas secretly envying for myself. The pink and orange blanket Mom and Dad bought my in Ireland. The Spanish flag. Uncle Ben's old Magnavox TV. Tradition Never Graduates poster. Half a wardrobe that is not even mine. Why did walking into this room, in which I have lived only six months, feel oddly eerie? Crossroads are exhausting me.