In 2001, I left San Diego and headed for the east coast. I owned two pairs of socks. If and when I wore close-toed shoes, it would be heels or Jack Purcells with bare feet.
In the past 9 years, I’ve begun exercising, purchasing boots, and hoarding wool socks and tights to stay warm. I’ve also acquired a sock drawer—which I cleaned out yesterday. I threw out a trashcan-ful of mismatched socks (or as my mom would say, “Socks with no friends”), and I still had 60 pairs!
Bonus: Hidden in the back of my closet were 4 mousetraps in 3 different varieties. Luckily they were empty! I also unearthed 1 Santa suit, 3 jump ropes, curtains and 2 rods, blank VHS tapes, and an unknown quantity of Christmas lights.
But oh, for every pair of sock, and Santa suit, there are dozens of east coast memories. My trashcan runneth over.