Turning 35 has made me realize this very well might be my mid life and there are so many things I need to do. So I signed up for a belly dance class, joined a gym, got a home loan, and start counting my elephants. Let me give you a little background of this last task.
I’ve been saying for years that I needed to count them. I know I have tried a few times before – I think it was 8th or 9th grade. At that time the was at 800 or so (I don’t recall the number). I had to get a storage unit because there wasn’t enough room anymore in my parents place and surly there wasn’t room in mine either. I think the unit was first rented in 1994 or 95 and got elephants added to every year. It got to the point that whatever elephant gift I got went right into a box and soon would find its way to the storage unit. It saddened me that my elephant friends have been in there for so long but I couldn’t get rid of them. I could not find my rehab to let them go.
About a year ago I moved in a two bedroom apartment, I had to get two bedrooms so I could cancel the storage unit and use the second room as my storage. There was not enough room even for a desk!
This blog is going to chronicle my journey of counting my elephants and sharing my collection to everyone.
