On the left you will see a stack of old journals that I started writing in about 25 years ago. Also, there are a few wallets I change out here and there, including some cute beaded coin purses I got in London. I believe I have mentioned that I like sparkly things.
In the middle of the drawer is a stack of notes from my Geo. I know I have even more floating around here somewhere. I hope they haven't fallen into the wrong hands. Pretty heart-pumping love kinds of stuff.
On the right I have a few baubles, but most importantly I have an old Skipper doll given to me by my Vo (read about her here). It was my first Barbie-style doll, and she has laid naked amongst my things for years as I moved away to college, got married, moved again, etc. She is a plastic, strange symbol for me.
Sometimes things matter, but in an ironically intangible way. Reminders of places and people and everything else.