I have 22 or so days left in Brandon, MS. That means I have 22 or so days to say all my goodbyes to my family, my friends, my kittens, my mom’s cooking, my mom’s brownies and cookies, my daddy/daughter dates and my clothes.

Writing an article about saying goodbye to clothes sounds really bratty but let me explain this. I am the youngest of six children so a majority of my clothes are hand-me-downs. Saying goodbye to my clothes will be hard because that means I am also saying goodbye to the people who owned them before me. Yes, some of my clothes will be going with me but as I am writing this I am also getting rid of a ton of clothes (hit me up if you want some). I am actually in tears over this because I not only love the people who wore my clothes before me, but also because I love the memories I made in these clothes.

It sounds so crazy to be in tears over a few sweaters, some dresses, a couple of skirts, pants and regular shirts but I don’t let go of things I hold dear easily (i.e I’ve had the same back pack since sixth grade and I refuse to stop using it). My clothes are a part of me, they’re a part of my family. They’ve been worn by all of my sisters, my nieces sometimes play dress up in them and I’ve grown in them (mentally, spiritually, and emotionally because I haven’t grown physically since seventh grade). I’ve learned that I can’t hold on to everything forever, mainly because my closet is actually overflowing and while I love Mississippi State those closets in Magnolia just won’t hold everything.

So, to whoever wears my clothes next, know that they were loved and worn with pride so you better do the same because clothes are special.