What I Found in my Room

So I am in the process of moving.
I've been here all day trying to organize stuff and I came upon a certain 'treasure box' that I haven't really thought about for a long time.
When I saw it, I opened it up, and it suddenly occurred to me that the age of the contents in this box range from about 7-8 years ago up until just last week.
So what is this treasure of mine?
It's all of the letters and cards people have given or sent to me, and I have saved them since I was about 12 years old, when I first moved to Hong Kong.
I keep them all in a small postal box that So Pik* once sent me.






I glanced (but didn't look) through my collection, and found letters from some pen pals I had back in the day, Christmas/Birthday cards from what are now long-unheard from friends, classroom notes on Asian stationary papers, and more.
It really is amazing to see these things that once meant so much; these things that drown me in memories; these priceless things that in reality, document much (if not all) of my pre-teen/early teenage social life.
Also, what intrigues me, is how I was so smart to save all of these things.
I mean, what must have been going through my head when I decided that I would want to keep them?
Although I cannot answer my own question, I do know that I will keep this collection for as long as possible - perhaps until I die.

Also, I would like to share a photo that I took last week while Chloe and I were on a walk through the Salt Lake City Cemetery.



I absolutely love it - but I can't explain why.