putting the knit in shizknitz

I spent another weekend helping our longtime family friend, June-san move out of her long time home. She’s lived in the same apartment for the last 27 years, and after her husband passed away a few years ago, she’s moving her life back to Japan. I helped over the weeks sell her things on craigslist which was difficult - there is so much sentiment and memories engulfed in so many of her belongings, that she didn’t want to part with them for just any price. In the same token, I was in the difficult situation of having to sell them for a price that someone would be willing to pay for.

My parents and my boyfriend were there to help move more of her heavy items, but the most difficult to lift was the emotional memories that sat in stacks and stacks of her photos. Each photo contained parties, holidays with friends and family (though they never had kids of their own), of clothes from the 60’s, pictures of the moon landing on their old fashioned TV. There’s the old saying “you can’t take it with you”, and it really rings true. She’s taking with her most of her belongings, but the most important ones she has are her memories, of times long past, and of future ones to come.