I've been hearing and thinking about "getting rid of" lately. Trips to literal or figurative garages. Basements (ew). Snakes. Really bad yearbook photos. Toss. Look through. Remember. Spiders. Rotten potatoes. Even, yes, something as fresh as yesterday's Big Fridge Clean Out that my Life Hope Tom does from time to time, in the chance of creating something extraordinary out of the odd swiveled carrot at the bottom of the veggie bin. Stone Soup.
For some unknown reason, I held on to something that may very well be the most succinct, tiny volumn of my early life that changed me for good. Be careful what you toss, into a salad or otherwise.
I discovered it the other day. In the attic of my the house Tom and I own. Not mom and dad's house. Ours. Readers younger than I reading this: You, too will some day have an attic. At least, I grant that you will, because this is what I discovered. And I feel 22 years old tonight. Be careful what you purge.
Excerpts from this courdoroy-bound journal. The spelling and grammar are mine, unedited from the remains of the days:
Battle Gear: Eurail Youth Pass, International Student ID, International Youth Hostil ID, Personal ID Card
PFANDER: Second day in Bregenz. Climbed to the top of Pfander and viewed Alps. One hour and a half climb. View spectacular! Exhausting!!
Food I: The Goldener Hirsch is our daily eating place. Pork is delicious in barbecue sauce. "Eis Krem" is delicious stands on Bondensee shore. Vanille and Erdherre. Wiener Snitzel is a pork fillet served with lemon and was my very first Austrian meal. Lasagna is good at most cafes and cost about $4.00. Coup Danemark is a great chocolate ice cream dessert. Pommes Frites are french fries and are served very often.
Munich: Saturday night Jim, Anita, Jan and I decided to go somewhere other than the touristee Haufbrauhaus, so we went to what is similar to Times Square, Leopoldstrasse in search of a disco in Frommer's Guide called FLASH, but never found it.
Accomodations: Haus International. $10 a person, 5 in a room. Indoor pool.
There is more to come from this journal. I may or not post it here, but it sure felt good to write this much. And you cannot believe how musky from your own attic smells better once you take a deep breath and start to read how young you were. And are. Journey on, all of us.