I am a pretty sentimental person. Those that know me well can contest to this fact as I hold on to the most inane crap for years and anyone who helps me move begs the question: Why do you have so much stuff? I have managed to pare it down somewhat over the years and therefore have decided to hang on to the items that are most dear to me.

One thing I have felt at a loss about is that I do not have a lot of things from my mother who passed when I was only 18. I don't even have a lot of photographs as she hated having her picture taken & generally was the one taking the photos. However, the things I do have, I have hung on tight & fear to lose.

One such item was a diamond ring (just something cute & small... takes on the shape of a flower) that she had bought her mother, my Baba. My mother passed first, and my Baba followed about 3 years later. So when that day occurred, my Uncle thought it only fitting that I received Baba's ring that my mother purchased and so I wore it. I wore it every day.

One day I thought I lost it in the school library at Kwantlen and had a complete bird. I was bawling & freaking out. Turns out, it only was misplaced and the custodian managed to find it for me. So you can imagine the despair I felt when I thought I left behind a box of memorbilia in my old Marpole apartment.

Now, I have moved 9x in nine years and am getting pretty good at the packing thing. I lived in Marpole just after finishing school back when I was 25 (and I just celebrated my 3rd annual 29th birthday.. you do the math). I left that apartment to live with none other then the infamous Charlene. I had gone back to the marpole apartment after moving to clean & pick up any remaining items. So a few days later when I went looking for the jewellery and I couldn't find the ring, I only surmised that the ring was forever gone as I was sooooo sure I left a small box behind in the apartment. (Why I never just phoned my bldg mngr is beyond me). But I surrended pretty fast and have felt not only guilty but also shitty about the whole thing for several years now.

Now that it is turning into fall and the weather is starting to become a little more gloomy, I tend to get into a bit of a 'nesting' phase. Yesterday was of no exception. Most of the night was rained away and I had bought new jeans and jewellery so felt the need to go through my closets and throw out any clothes I don't wear anymore.

Now, I'm an organization junkie. I love closet organizers, baskets, dividers, jewellery pouches where every item gets it's own zippered pocket etc... I have this red, chinese print jewellery holder pouch that rolls up & ties for quick storage. Probably meant for travel but I don't own a lot of stuff so it suits me just fine. While looking for a place to put my new necklace, I un-zip the pouch and I kid you not, out rolls said ring that has been missing for 6 years!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!? Do you know how many times I ripped apart my home looking for this thing when all along it has been hidden in the fold of the pouch? So startled I was that I started crying & felt a bit like a gomer but it's my family ring!!!

Sentiment is only what we as humans put on items. The thing could have been a plastic cup for all I cared but it meant something to me & am so happy that I found it.

I also found the ring my high school boyfriend gave me for Christmas... now what a piece of crap that was! I must have really liked him to be proud of that eye sore.