I forgot what it was like to be one of those kids who dragged around their smelly dirty blankie everywhere.
I know a someone who's a bit beyond the age of thumbsucking and nose picking, but the rag she once called her blankie which she sleeps with to this day is more than rediculous.
But here I am. 22 and I have been out and about this here world since I started University. When I moved to college one thing I lacked bringing was a warm enough jumper so I bought a $20 hoodie from an outlet. I was 18 when I bought it- 4 years ago. Here today I still have that hoodie and although I was planning on not returning to Australia with it at the moment I find myself unable to part with it. Its been through so much with me.
College, Uni, New Zealand, USA, Ecuador, Mexico, USA 2.0. Its been camping, hiking, snotted on, stained, ripped, has holes, I've slept in it, I've survived countless awful bus rides with it, planes, trains.
How could I let all that go?
