Losing your voice presents many challenges and many opportunities. For 12 hours yesterday, still without a voice and still using up boxes and boxes of kleenexes, I tackled “the closet”. The results is a haven for trash pickers this week as well as boxes and boxes to be shredded. It has been almost 12 years that I have lived where I live. But the beauty in all of this is that I found things I did not fully appreciate. And hundreds of 2006 pictures from Italy are among those. They are more than memories, they are a symbol of what my life has not been for 10 years. My move to Oberlin is a return to finding me again, or finding the new me. Whichever it is, I took the time to purge, and in the purging, I found many pieces of me that were almost forgotten!