I saw a Facebook post the other day that contained a photo of a drawer. Its poster claimed that across countries, cultures, and class, we all have this drawer in common. I speak, of course, of the junk drawer. I had one growing up, we have one in our house now. I bet you have one too. If you don’t, you just keep your judgment to yourself, please and thank you.
Our junk drawer has migrated to different drawers in our house. Always in the kitchen. Always one of the larger drawers. In remodeling our kitchen, I PLANNED for it. There’s a panic in not having it around. Like where on earth would we put our randomness?!?!
Currently, our junk drawer is housing:
What I think is a tire pressure thingy, random strips of paper cause why not, picture hangers, a stray lighbulb that does not fit any base in our house, an incomplete set of little screwdrivers, an empty prescription bottle, Neosporin because it makes sense to go there in the middle of the house cause when we try to keep it elsewhere we can never find the damn thing, electrical tape, a rare glue stick that actually still has glue, some receipts for obviously really important purchases, one of eighty sets of headphones that are scattered around the house, a large collection of questionable quality writing utensils although you’d be hard pressed to find a god blessed pen in there, napkins cause maybe we will run out of paper towels and need some in a pinch, a plastic blue horse, some dead post it pads that are too small to be out in the world but too valuable to get rid of, and a host of other gems under that top layer.
There are times I look at it and swear I am going to eradicate it from our lives. Heck, there are times I sort it and make it look like it serves a very important purpose in our lives. It always come back looking like this:
But you know you what? I can grab Neosporin whenever I need it and I’m primed for my fortune cookie writing career with those strips there. Not to mention I am pretty sure I can test my tire pressure (or maybe it’s a wine opener, either way…win!)
So, the junk drawer lives to see another day.