One question I’ve always despised is, “What are your hobbies?”

I know, it’s quite a simple question. I always respond with something along the lines of: painting, reading, and even collecting CD’s. But the truth is, I haven’t picked up a paintbrush in a long time. I haven’t sat down and actually read a book in even longer. When’s the last time I actually listened to music on a CD? Couldn’t tell you. I’m the type of person that gets all of the supplies for a hobby, and if I’m lucky, uses them for about a week. 

But even though these hobbies have drifted into the background, the things I’ve collected from each phase still sit around my room. They’ve become little artifacts of who I thought I’d be, or maybe who I still hope to become.

This is my way of revisiting them. Each item has a story or a version of me attached to it. So consider this a space where abandoned passions get another chance to be seen.