I have a junk drawer.

I'm like my parents in many ways...

my dad's laugh
my mom's drive
I look just like my father and
act just like my mother.

we grew up in a smallish 3 bedroom house. I shared a bedroom until my junior year in high school. I remember several things...

red brick... fake red brick back splash behind the stove and sink.
the awful panneling that was in our old living room.
the rotary telephone in the kitchen with a telephone cord that would stretch a good 15 feet.
the fact that no one ever used the front door.
a car port.
and a junk drawer.

The junk drawer was approximately 8 inches wide X 18 inches long X 6 inches deep. It was beside the refrigerator in a tiny little island beneath the phone....and it held everything. phone books, pens, screws, rubber bands, papers, phone numbers scribbled on scrap paper. the catch all place...it was the place where things went to live that didn't have a place.

I was doing some general tidying the other day and realized that I, to, now have a junk drawer.
...just another way that I am like my parents.