sharing clothes

though not an entirely new concept for me, sharing clothes has become something that is taken for granted in my life. it sounds weird, and to be honest, a little dumb. sharing clothes has meaning. whether it's being good enough friends to share with your roommate, best friend, or it's the comfort of wearing your dad's sweatshirt around the house (or for those it applies to, your boyfriend or brother). it shows you care about someone, you miss someone, or you just like the familiarity of wearing dad's sweatshirt. there's just something about having these items in your possession that make difficult times easier. long day of crappy classes, go home and put on a sweatshirt twice your size. rough day at work and don't feel like functioning the rest of the night, go home and borrow some sweats from your roommate.

i know for me, sometimes it's nice to sleep in my dad's old Indiana sweatshirt. i've had this thing for YEARS and yet it still holds the same importance. it's my dad's. no matter how long i have it, it will always be his. and it's nice having a little piece of home on the off chance i get homesick or just want to have a piece of my family. having the blanket my sister made me for christmas two years ago has the same effect. the pillows on my bed that my mom helped me pick out when she came down to visit for the day, or the backpack she picked out with me when my computer case was too big. just the little things that remind you of whatever you need to make you feel comfortable.

being able to have access to these items may sound dumb and minuscule, but in reality, they allow you to be in your own comfort zone, whatever it may be, whenever you need it. and that is worth more than words can describe.