Day 482: The Thing

There are several things that make a dorm room truly special, but the thing that means the most to me in my room is the thing that I don't know what it's called. When I come in with my keys, my wallet, change, receipts, etc. I have the perfect thing to hold it all. I used to come in and scatter my necessary items on my desk in a cluttered fashion, but that's no longer the case. My Papa B had a container that has compartments for each item. It's a genius device that I'm thrilled to have as a way to remember him in an organized manner.