Reunions are always a touching

Reunions are always a touching moment, and when one isn’t caught up in the emotion of the moment they provide some introspection. Picture soldiers returning from war to their sweethearts and wives, dogs meeting their owners after a week of boarding, or long lost cousins reuniting on Oprah. Yesterday I couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment as my clothes from storage and my traveling clothes were brought together for the first time in almost a year.

I remember packing up my apartment to put it into storage. I had to make some tough decisions about what clothes would stay with me through the spring and summer. It wasn’t easy. A lot of favorite shirts and shorts were folded and stored. I tried to explain “This doesn’t mean I don’t love you just as much.” I secretly confided to other shirts destined for storage, “I’m doing this because you are too special and I don’t want you to get hurt in all the travel.” Who would have thought that my favorite Tick/Speak shirt with Tick saying “We need a furry moist avenger like you on the team” wouldn’t make the traveling batch? Tough decisions.

The clothes that made the cut had some good times though. They’ve been buried beneath the earth as I squeezed through caves. They sheltered me from the snows in Idaho. They troopered through the deserts of Nevada and Area 51. They hung around as I talked with complete strangers and unraveled details about their life. They rocked out at Sebastian Tellier/Air concerts in Dallas and Atlanta. They were there for Radiohead in Stone Mountain. They were there for court room victories, and car searches. They witnessed the grand opulence and green spaces of the Biltmore Estate. They hiked through the Smokey and Rocky mountain ranges. They were there when I fell in love.

Now I like to think of them reunited in the closet and talking about good times. Good times.