This post has little to do with our land project. I’ll sort of get there by the end.
I pre-ordered an HTC Vive. If you don’t know what they are, they’re a virtual reality game system that just came out a few weeks ago. There are three major VR devices coming out this year: HTC Vive, Oculus Rift, and Playstation VR. I pre-ordered a bit late, so I didn’t make the first wave of shipments. Two nights ago I got the e-mail that warns you your credit card will be charged for the system. It’s a tease for the upcoming charge and delivery. The internet says this means it could be three days away or two weeks away. What it means is that I really have to get my Vive space ready.
The Vive has “room-scale virtual reality” which means that you can walk around with the device on, and it will mimic that movement in your game. This means the larger the space, the better the experience. Unfortunately I have a very cluttered house. So I started clearing out our expected space. This is the guest room, which has also served over the years as my storage room. My husband has his own storage and display areas elsewhere in the house. I decided to pack up as much as I could. Of course this brings me back through memory lane.
Some memories are sweet: aw, look at that ridiculously young photo from when I was a teen. Some memories are embarrassing: oh dear, I can’t read this letter I wrote to my boyfriend when I was 15. I have kept all my old correspondence from when I was young, though I don’t want to read any of it. I have a hematite collection with small pebbles, necklaces, rings, and even a heavy 3″ sphere. All of it carefully boxed away. When we eventually move into our new home I’ll have to figure out how to store everything properly.
Some people don’t mind throwing away their old things from when they’re young. After all, they haven’t needed them in the last twenty years so why keep it for the next twenty? I did let go of many things when my parents sold my childhood home a few years back but I regret not keeping more of those little doodads. Not because I’ll ever need the tiny cup charms that spelled out my name. But because I really enjoy the sensation of remembering. So I shall continue to keep the spoils and tokens of my youth. It’s a bit daunting to think about our new house design and where a dozen boxes of childhood tchothkes will fit. I think it’ll be worth it to me though.