my car, 100%. it was my first and had so many memories for me. i didn’t know how attached i’d become and how much it had really been my first real taste of true personal freedom.

i get attached to a lot of objects, especially clothes, usually hoodies or mittens for some reason. but i always tend to lose my mittens :(
so, i totally know where you’re coming from.

The house I rented with some friends last year is a good example for me. Still gets me down everytime I pass it by.

my first mobile phone - the big huge chuncky brick thing with a Buzz Lightyear cover.
I gave it to my friend after she lost hers - and now when I see her with it, and hear my old ring tone (funky town), I feel a little bit angry, a little bit sad and a little bit melancholy!

Beautiful work! Definitely an approved home. :]

Erm, I’m trying to think of something significant that I became attached to but the reality is I attach myself to a lot. When I was a kid I made little beds and whatnot for my plastic toy dogs and such…

Playmobil? One time I (long time ago!) took my little Playmobil people in their awesome SUV down to the stream in the woods and made them have a little picnic. Not sure what happened but one of the kids fell in the stream and disappeared. I was so distraught! Weeks later I found him wayyyy down the other side of the property, stuck underneath a branch in the water. Happy ending.

Eggs is another…um…the remains of the eggshell my first duckling hatched out of is in a little glass box. I’d die if something happened to it.

God I’m so weird. x]

I’ve been unfortunately attached to paper. It’s sort of an offshoot of what might be a mild case of disgraphia. I just love writing. I write on scraps of paper, receipts, paper I used to steal from the recycling bins next to the printer in my old office, notebook after notebook, etc. Most of it is connected to some larger work, but I fail to compile it all. I just pile it all. You see?

It’s a love of paper. And writing. And refusing to recognize that only a fraction of it is worth keeping and working on further.

I suspect that someday I will accidentally finish three or four novels in a week because I’ve been building up sections for so long. Moments after this happens, the earth with explode.
-cK

My God. I’m the same way with paper. Only, I don’t write enough. But paper…I love the feeling, especially when it’s in a notebook and the notebook is full and all of the pages have been written on on both sides. : )