For those of you who are anxiously awaiting my continuation of my KonMari journey narrative (all of you imaginary people who care deeply about housecleaning?) I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait a bit longer. Through the entire month of April, I am participating in Camp Nanowrimo, which is a more flexible version of November’s Nanowrimo event. I learned pretty quickly that I am incapable of writing 800+ words of a novel a day and decluttering my home in the same month. I will return to my KonMari journey in May.
Until then, I figured right now was an excellent time to launch an idea I’ve been bouncing around in my head for a good long time: Love Letters. In case you couldn’t tell by my intensely long-winded posts about films, fictional characters, music, psychology, sex, and whatever else happens to be on my mind, I am a wee bit prone to obsession. I am also more than a wee bit prone to romanticizing the hell out of a few of my obsessions. These obsessions have made a huge impact on my life. They inspire me, challenge my preconceived notions, or have even shaped me into who I am today. Because I am a firm believer in voicing my gratitude, I can think of no better way to do so than to write “love letters” to these pieces of art, events, and communities that have helped me become the half-crazed and happy little freak I am today.
Without further ado, I would like to start with perhaps the single biggest influence on my adult (such as I am) life: The Ination.
Dear The Ination:
AKA: My Neverland, My Lost Boys Treehouse, my Twisted Little Family, and, of course, my Beloved Darkling Throng.