It's hard to pin down moments that at the time seemed fleeting, but on reflection feel significant.
That's how I feel about this old yellow jacket. Bought on a whim in the original Finisterre shop on the old high street in Falmouth. A youthful version of myself in his early years of University independence. A new group of people to learn from, a new life to forge.
I’ve never been massively clothes centric. I rarely buy new clothes these days, but at that moment I guess I just wanted to fit in. Looking back now I hardly remember the kid I was when I moved to Falmouth. It seems like a lifetime ago. Regardless, those memories and feelings fade into insignificance at the amount of places I’ve been, friends I’ve made and things I’ve done, many of which while wearing this old yellow Jacket.
I’m not very good at keeping my clothes nice. Not usually the one to change for a dirty job (much to the frustration of my wife!). Oil stains from trying to learn how to service my own car, rips and tears from catching on brambles when trying to find a way home from a hike that when slightly awry, worn corners from kneeling in the soil trying to figure out how to grow some food. This jacket has been with me for almost a decade now, enduring endless adventure, use and abuse. Building my own home, running my own business, travelling many countries.
Every stain and every tear spark a distant moment that at the time seemed fleeting, but on reflection feel significant.