Hola, my most favourite people,

a little girl once found a magical wardrobe. She had intended to hide in said wardrobe, yet it transported her to a land unknown. Yes, that land was Narnia.

That wardrobe has changed the girl’s life.

My wardrobe has not changed my life. But my life has changed my wardrobe.

When we first bought my wardrobe at trusty IKEA so many years ago, it stood plainly in my sister’s and my room.

As we were not allowed to stick posters to the walls, as we’ve seen it so many times in the movies, my sister decided to decorate our wardrobe.

Posters of famous people we didn’t really care about made up the first layer of ornamentation. Then, whenever we found something interesting made of paper, we’d glue it on top of those posters. And ultimately, we stuck everything and anything that had any meaning to us onto that wardrobe.

My sister has long since moved out and her half of the wardrobe is mine too, but the memories prevail as I continue to glue chosen pieces of memorabilia onto our memory wardrobe.

So, since you’re here with me, let me take you on a guided tour!

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The yellow card my sister once gave me for my birthday, the drawn hand on its left was a punishment at school: Since the boys were always so unruly, we had to draw hands for almost an entire school year (Age 11 or 12). Below the hand is a piece of plastic. It broke off an old bus I rode in Salzburg and I took it with me as a free souvenir (Age 15)
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A cars of birthday wishes by my parents for my 6th birthday
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That time I did a model UN at the UNO. I represented Lithuania on the topic of plastic waste in our seas (Age 16)
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My breakfast for my written Matura (graduation exam) - I was hungry! (Age 17)
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What I ate when I was in hospital for a week after my appendix operation - calorie count included (Age 12)
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That time I accidentaly stole a key from the swimming pool and found it 3 months later (Age 13)
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My first flight (Age 17) to Berlin with school. The glow-in-the-dark sheep I won at the Finnish Christmas Market (Age 10)

Being a kid, you don’t think much about the past, since you don’t have much of one. But looking at my wonderful wardrobe, I see how many stories I can tell about my life.

And then I get the sudden urge to tear it all down and redecorate my room.

Oh, Sophie, what a fickle being you are!

Anyways, stories are a good thing. You learn from your past and my fun memories can almost always cheer me up.

I hope I was able to enlighten your day a bit, have a good one!

Sophie

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