
I am down to my last unopened box of Polaroid film. The film sits safely in my fridge next to the expired rolls of 35mm and 120 Ilford and Kodak.
We spent most of the weekend "nesting" which means cleaning the house and putting away the remaining homeless items left over from the move. I finally hung images in the living room. I unpacked the old wooden frames I have been collecting from thrift stores for the past year. The living room looks and feels a little like a museum. I'll post an image when it's closer to completion.
I love looking at old images of the places I used to live and the way the furniture was arranged. I'll often see something like an old couch or bookcase that I donated and wish I had it back. Krista donated a pair of shoes once only to wake up one morning realizing she made a terrible mistake. She went back but they were gone. We would continue to check every week for months hoping somehow we overlooked the precious shoes.
My last box of Polaroid film feels like Krista's shoes. Sure, I can replace the film with over-priced expired boxes found on eBay but it's not the same. This is the last box of film I purchased from Walgreens on Capitol Hill when I read Polaroid was going to stop producing film. I can't part with my last box. I keep thinking I have a great reason to open the box and burn through the film but I don't. I slowly but it back in the fridge and tell myself to save it for another time...