Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Traces.

This week on the Equals Record: thoughts on leaving pieces of ourselves behind in places we love (for me, one of those places is the purple house pictured below, where I lived the year before graduating college).


As always, a short excerpt: "I spent my last year of college living in the front room of a purple and yellow Victorian house not far from downtown Santa Cruz. Six of us lived upstairs, six or so more lived below. The house was old, rickety. It was terribly insulated (I remember laying in my bed one winter morning, almost in tears because I had to get out from under the covers). The bathtub didn’t drain properly and made strange, regurgitation sounds at random, often in the middle of the night. My bedroom had gray carpeting with bits of gum (not mine) stuck in its fibers. I loved that house."


Read the rest on the Equals Record, here. You can find past entries from my weekly column, Looking Forward (about the ups and downs of "growing up" in my twenties), here. Thank you so much for your support!

Bottom image via Pinterest. Please share if you know the original source - I'd love to give proper credit.

13 comments:

Stephanie said...

I will never forget the wonderful times in the purple house. The house could have been blue, black, or plain white and it wouldn't have mattered. It would have been just as amazing simply because you were in it.

Fai said...

Thank you for sharing your lovely story Shoko! I feel the same way when I have to say goodbye to Toronto and move to Japan. It was so hard.

I miss Toronto sometimes, but I'm ready to move forward and see what life brings to me :)

x

Fai

BIKBIK AND RORO said...

O, the wonderful wisdom of Pooh. It's great that you have such warm memories of college housing -- I lived in a Victorian house too, with 15 other boys, and while they were all perfectly decent, the rooms certainly were not lol!

ever ours said...

it was super painful for me to say goodbye to my college home too! and i love the pooh quote!

Trish said...

I hear ya! I lived in a lovely beach house near Seabright Brewery my senior year at UCSC and still miss it! Good times!

Heather said...

I feel that way about places I've traveled to! Each one has changed me in some way, and the thought of revisiting them at later points in my life--and seeing them through older, more experienced eyes--is a little scary. :)

aliceinbo said...



Your memories makes me going back to the past and remembering the year that i spent studing my degree in Italy.
NICE

aliceinbo2.blogspot.com

Shoko said...

Thanks so much, guys!

Steph, you are the sweetest. So happy and thankful I got to share that time with you!

hiladil said...

GO SLUGS! I just graduated from UCSC myself and reading what you wrote made me nostalgic too. West Cliff! East Field (that view)! And walking through the woods to get from class to class. It was a wonderful place to go to school. I'm glad my sister still lives there - that's what makes me feel like there is a huge part of me that will always be there. (And a great excuse to visit!)

Eryn said...

This is beautiful, Shoko. I know that feeling well. xo Eryn

Shoko said...

Hilary, best school ever - I feel so lucky to have gone there!

Thank you, Eryn!

Hannah Margaret Allen said...

Well, I'm in tears now. So much was incapsulated in that post Shoko. You captured it perfectly. For me, it was Canterbury. And you're so right, it doesn't belong to me anymore. It's the time, it's the people and it's the stage of live. I will always look back and wish I could visit again, but I can't. I must remember it as a chapter in my life.

And that Winnie-the-Pooh quote is another deeply touching bit. I sent it to my boyfriend just the other day. It's a glass half full mentality or at least trying.

Shoko said...

Hannah, thank you! Canterbury sounds magical, and the fact that you loved it means you'll always be a part of it.

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...