I’m not a keeper of things. All my childhood toys and clothes? Donated and/or sold in yard sales. I just am not very sentimental about physical mementos, I guess. So, it is a surprise to me how painful it is to lose this box of diaries to Hurricane Florence.

My mom and I did our best to save them but even after drying out in the sun for 3 days, they were ruined. Pages sticking together, ink running, and above all, a horrible reek from the floodwaters. The smell, guys. I can’t explain how awful it is. Earlier today, I trashed all of them.

And it really hurt. I’m kind of taken back by just how sad I am about it. Somehow, despite everything, I managed to save this one box of memories and one storm later, they are gone. I feel like I lost a part of myself that I can never get back.