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stopped by the goodwill store on my junk walk..
i used to always think i liked thrift stores because i'm cheap.
now i know better.

did this person donate this skirt because they lost 50 pounds and no longer want 'fat' clothes? or did they gain 50 pounds and not want to be reminded of their thinner, more socially acceptable self. did another person leave behind a men's dress shirt because it was no longer in fashion, or because it was their husband's, who just passed away?

i realized i'm on the hunt for something much bigger than a bargain. i want history. i want to be connected. i want to feel these people's stories by smelling the essence of perfume left behind, beholding the markings from everyday life.

many people ask where the name baby smith comes from..
it was the name given to me by the state of nebraska before i was adopted. although i've met a large part of my biological family and am deeply indebted to my adoptive family for taking me in..............

i'm still searching.


Jul. 16th, 2005 03:32 am (UTC)
also, it's great to recycle. and you have something, more than likely, that no one else has.

(I have an adopted sister. My mom had her before I came around and did not tell me till I was 30.)
Jul. 16th, 2005 06:38 pm (UTC)
wow, that's a kicker.
did it really make any difference, though? i mean, she's still your sister, only not genetically. growing up with my adoptive family (almost from birth) i think i took on a lot of characteristics and mannerisms from them anyway. people never really assumed i was 'different.'

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