It’s funny to stop and think about some of the things we hang onto.

Everyone has at least something in their house that they’ve carried for years for really no reason. They can’t explain why they still have it, they just do.

The other day I came across this:

That’s a whiteboard — still wrapped in plastic — that I got from my grandmother shortly after I graduated high school. Ten years ago.

I brought it with me when I went off to school in Pennsylvania, but obviously never used it. It spent a lot of time in closets during the next four years as I went through the cycle of remembering I had it, taking it to school, forgetting about it, then taking it back home with a vow to actually use it next year.

When I went to grad school in Maryland, the white board went too. Same when I moved to Florida and subsequently back to Virginia. I’m surprised I haven’t accidentally ripped the plastic during all those trips.

The real question is, does the pen still work?