Continuing the discussion from Banker Box Zero:
This bucket contains several layers; the top most of which is a strata of notable items. Meaning things I held on to because I needed a reminder and it was likely easier to drop it in a box than to otherwise process it in that moment.
With each item I intend to move along the item or destroy it, as appropriate.
The next strata isā¦ stuff Clover has made me. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpi4UcwjLko
Dated 2013-07-30, I filed a āRequest for Mediationā from the Rent Stabilization Board in Berkeley, California. The last person we rented a cottage from, they were suffering from the grief of loss, and made rash decisions that made us feel unsafe. We were not able to reconcile with them, and it became apparent they didnāt want a new family living there (Clover was born when we lived there).
I have this request next to the āMonth-to-Month Lease Agreementā for that place, dated 2010-04-21. That means I lived in that place for 3 years. That is very significant, but wonāt be apparent until at least one of these banker boxes are empty. 
Concurrent to that is an āIndependent Contractor Agreementā between Impact Hub Oakland and myself, dated 2013-08-15. It was to set up their website, but expanded into other domains, here and there. The significance of this will also be revealed, but the important thing to note is: I had to leave my home with the quickness, and landed in Oakland fully committed to this community.
There were other reasons our living condition deteriorated in that place, among the things is that the couple that lived in the house just hadnāt planned on having a baby on the grounds (we lived in a tiny cottage in the backyard, a so-called āIn-law Cottageā). At one point they said I didnāt make time to be social with them; I countered we had spent the last three years pregnant/with a newborn. It wasnāt going to work out at any rate.
But we would have simmered for probably another six months if not for that person losing someone important in their life. I emailed a question about the wifi; it was part of our rent but it was frequently down, and being unable to purchase my own connection, it was essential for my work. In a moment of grief that person invaded our living space and made us feel unsafe. When I moved them to outside they continued to yell at me.
For a long time I feel like I had failed that relationship. I felt I was the catalyst for their suffering, but had no time to process those feelings because I had to find a new place to live for my family! It was all very stressful, months of willing myself to go to sleep so I didnāt die from exhaustion trying to help my familyā¦ and mostly failing to sleep after all.
Now I think that person, who was also very young at the time, was just in way over their head. They saw themselves as a leader in their group of friends, and their personal and professional lives were really stressing them out; add grief to that and that person was obviously going to pop, the only question is: upon whom?
@maiki is a traditional āeasy targetā for such emotional pops. Fascinating.
I was quite busy when Clover was born, and for the first time I got five digits in my bank account. And after talking to Susan I decided to invest $10,000 dollars in a kick-starter campaign of all things!
That support was the tipping point in that campaign, and that was how Impact Hub Oakland was able to fund itās opening. It was created and run by woman, most women of color. They wanted to tap into Oaklandās rich history of social justice to ensure that Silicon Valley technology wasnāt used as yet another platform of oppression, and I loved everything about it.
Not only did I work with them in an operational and technology support capacity, I met with an interesting cross-section of dreamers and schemers, some of whom opened some truly strange and interesting doors, for which I am immensely grateful. It was an education.
Huh, I have a speeding ticket from 2005. I was driving over Hwy 17, towards Santa Cruz, and a cop pulled me over near the summit when a bunch of cars sped past them. I was not speeding, but had to visit the court house and testify against the cop and the court believed them. 
I had to take a driving safety class to reduce the fine, and I didnāt learn anything from it except the court staff in Santa Cruz didnāt know how to use their AV equipment, and the video they showed had several legal errors in it, since it had been made so long ago. 
And now I can shred this ticket. 
Ah, here is a DS-11, unfilled, from ~2005-2006.
Thatās to get a passport. I recently received a passport, so it only ~17 years to make it happen.
I had passport photos made and everything (Susan has them, I think). But I couldnāt afford the passport fees. I never had much money, just enough to survive. Even when I traveled recently, I couldnāt afford the plane ticket (it was expensed).
Iāve always wanted to connect with more of human society and history outside my country, but Iāve never had the means. 
A page with an idea scribbled on it:
Human Story - Real Life Fiction
My relationships are the most important thing to me. Sometimes this sucks. Slowly spiraling into valuing a connection in a way that is ridiculous. A fresh perspective is needed. These are those stories.
Full media presentation.
From ~2006CE.
Receipt from GameStop, 2008-09-01:
I used to be into this stuff. Now I buy something that is has aged well and is on sale.