Like a Butterfly, My Nostalgia.

Spending all of this time back at my mom's house hasn't just been about maxin' n' relaxin' (how cheesy is that?). Now that my life in France has gone from wanderlust to serious commitment, I have been gently requested by my mother to, and I quote, get my "crap" out. Effective January 2013, my bedroom will be turned into a guest room, per the note that she left on my dresser before heading to the airport Monday morning. Dis. I guess this day was bound to come, and she's right. I can't keep one toe in New York anymore, and it's time to decide what I'm bringing to Paris and what I'm throwing out. Her letter also had a clause that stated that donations for the house will not be excepted, and the management thanks me advance for my cooperation.
This week, I have been spending hours upon hours enjoying old memories; indulging in my fleeting nostalgia. Time flies by when you're inundated with the past. Flipping through yearbooks, reading letters, finding boxes of old photos (the best part!), listening to records and mix tapes, and organizing my books and Rolling Stone, Spin and Melody Maker back issues, I'd say I have my hands full!
It's been an overload of memories, and luckily Séb and I are on the same page that we both share the same passion for kitch and history, so I won't have to get rid of everything. He can't wait to have some of this stuff in Paris! Here are some of my findings...
This!!
My Sophia Petrillo bag/box that I carried along with my purple JanSport in high school.
I rocked some major granny chic up until Sophomore year.
I guess there was a reason I was called El Dork!
My 1960s typewriter! Instead of a guest book, I used this to have friends and family add to a running list of comments when they came over to my apartment in LA.
I'd like to continue this tradition in Paris!
Modern Technology at its finest.
I need more View Master reels!The mystery of the "8 Wonders of Israel" wore off in 1987.
My neighbors in LA wanted to smash this yellow phone!
It was so loud, and since I didn't have an answering machine, 
it would ring and ring when I wasn't home.
Some of my framed photos.
My favorite is the Barbra Streisand photo on the far left
that I got in the late 90s at the Hello Gorgeous! museum
in San Francisco. Love her.
Relics of the 90s.
Did you guys rock the baby barrettes too?
Some coffee table books. Kurt Cobain Journals, Annie Leibowitz Portraits...and the Olsen's Fashion Influences?Okay...I admit it.I have been seduced by their fabulous lives.
I still don't buy it when they insist that they eat.
Come on...
My French life...

 ...and just a few of my chachkis!I mean really, who moves to Europe without bringing their Jane Fonda workout record and 5k race award metals?!That would just be irresponsible!
Sigh...
Yeah...I have some editing to do here.
Stay tuned for parts II and III: 
My clothes and accessories.I guess my weekend is set.
How about you? What's on your agenda? 
Bon week-end à tous!