No Apology Necessary.

My mom confessed to me over the phone today that she had an apology to make.  Knowing my mom, I knew it couldn't be anything major, but certainly something random.  Anyhow, she explained that she had given away some of my clothes to a patient in her current caseload at the hospital.  She added that the clothes she chose weren't anything that was 'in style.'  Well, that's good...except I didn't think I had anything that was necessarily out of style.  Haha.

I wasn't mad, though I was curious as to which clothes she gave away.  I told her that after I get home next year I probably won't even know what clothes are missing anyways.  Besides, rumor has it that my wardrobe is already being put to good use by another certain good friend of mine.  And I've seen pictures with my sister wearing some of my clothes this past year.  Again, not a big deal (just don't stretch them out, mui mui!).   Besides, living here I find you grow less vain, and a same outfit can easily be worn 3+ days during the week.  In short, you can live on less.

This is not to say that contentment is easily found here (or that I don't buy new clothes =).  I'm often not content, and I'm not one who stays sugary-sweet when things get taken from me. 

But it is funny how much you change when you're away .