The Story Behind
"While packing for a move, she put her hand in the pocket of an old coat.
A pearl.
She stood there with it in her palm for a long time.
It was from a pair of earrings she'd bought on a solo trip three years ago. She'd thought she'd found both of them at the time. One had been in this pocket all along.
That trip — she'd taken it alone. That year: new job, new apartment, end of a five-year relationship.
She went to a city where no one knew her. Ate at a small restaurant. Drank alone. Said everything she couldn't say to anyone out the window of her room.
That pearl sat in the pocket with the memory of that trip for three years.
She held it for a moment. Then put it in a drawer in the new apartment.
Some memories, you never know when they'll surface. But when they do, they're always good."
Pearls are never perfectly identical — each one subtly different, like memories that belong only to you. This earring is for everyone carrying something in their pocket.
