Organizing things is a personal experience, how we organize things makes perfect sense to us but to the people around us it might seem almost chaotic. I'll give you an example, In our attic, I have the things I use every few months closest to the door, the things I use once a year, Canning jars that kind of thing further back, and the things that I'm saving for sentimental reasons but will never really used again are in the furthest back corner.

Today my husband went looking for our snow boots, and for some reason he thought that I would put them in the furthest darkest corner of the attic, after an hour he came down, shaking his head, and no boots.

What I found when I went up was that every box was torn open, as if I would stash snow boots in boxes marked Family Photos, or Fragile Christmas Decorations.

Then something caught my eye, a three ring binder, so old that the college rule paper had turned translucent, and the blue ink could be read clearly from the back of each page. Close to 150 hand written pages, all scrawled out, as only a twelve year old middle school student can write.

My first novel. The first love story I ever wrote.

Forgetting about the snow boots I am now snuggled in my favorite chair reading The Bootleggers Daughter

I cannot wait to see how my 12 year old self-described making love or better yet what she thought would make a romantic relationship.