The Wall

I seem to be a bit of a magpie. I hoard things. Train tickets. Clothes labels. Postcards. Hotel keys. Shot glasses. New York paraphernalia.

My mother despairs every time she sees how much crap I amass every time I go somewhere or have a new experience. But I think it's a good thing...when I'm old and my memory is failing, I'll still have the prompts to help me remember all the amazing things I have done...

One day I hope to fill the wall from top to bottom. Better get cracking with some more experiences huh?!