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Some people get out the silver and the good china on special occasions, but I use those every day. 

Today I got out those things that are precious to me and decided it was time to display them again.

Some of them are very very old and two are very very new, but each one has special meaning to me and the fact that I have them out speaks worlds about where I am.

I'm not sure how it started, but what was a very minimalist apartment for the last four years has become a home.

Character lurks in almost every detail from the paintings on the walls to the pictures above the cabinets, to the displays atop the desks.

Quan yin sits back in her place of honor, holding her baby, Green Tara is back on her stand. The Armani stallion rears its hooves above the doll made by Bestest's grandmother. The picture of us playing carols one Christmas is prominently placed, along with my great grandmother's hat pins and my amethyst geodes from Brazil. There is even a picture of Bestest with the note he wrote me on the back.

This is a collection of parts of me I have not unearthed for nearly ten years. It is a mini-museum of me.

Other parts of the room have pictures of my children and grandchildren along with their artwork, or things dear friends have given me. It is a gathering of love and loving.