I'm gonna put stickers on my case, let it age, let everything age. I don't want anything new anymore.

I don't believe that things carry bad energy, they just carry history. I want things that have age, history, and story to tell. I'd love to imagine how something came to the thrift and into my hand

I also appreciate my broken phone case. It has stuck with me for almost 2 years until I had to replace it recently. Have I thrown it away? Not yet, I'm still thinking about it.

The case still looks fine to me. Chipped on all corners, yellowing to the gods, but altogether? Tells its own adventures.

The case was no longer shimmery white. It's now a weird combination between white, gray, and yellow. Darker in areas where I often rubbed it with my hands, accidentally dropped it while reading in our garden, rub it has from being inside my bag, and just from being loved.

The markings shows history that I never would've given mind to. So, I washed off the soap on the case, I stopped the running water, and I dried the case off and placed it back on my iPad with all of its imperfections.

I love that it aged. I loved that it had its own story and adventures with me.

As I was cleaning it, I noticed a crucial detail on why it aged. I brought it everywhere with me.

To the gym, to the corner of the house I wouldn't find myself remembering, outside when I ate my first subway, when I got a haircut, when I first entered the gym, etc.

I bought a white iPad case recently, it was fairly expensive for me. It was $20 but since the iPad mini costs more than that, I thought it was worth the investment.

Until I realized that the case, 2 weeks into its shelf life, was already showing age and I tried cleaning it.

im back again