A habit I began right after leaving elementary school was hanging flower leis on my doorknob. I received my first, real flower lei after 5th grade. I’d consider myself to be a sentimental person and taking into account you typically don’t get leis I wanted to keep mine. I can’t remember if it was due to lack of space but I decided to put it on my doorknob.
In 7th grade I went to Hawaii for the first time and fresh leis were plentiful. Evidently, I did not want to let them go because of their beauty, fragrant scent, and the moments I remember when looking at them. When I got back home, it was a no brainer that they would be joining my end-of-elementary-school lei on the doorknob. A year later I was able to add a couple more leis to my stash when I finished middle school.
Sometime between elementary and middle school I questioned whether or not I should get rid of the leis once they had dried up. But I soon became accustomed to the rustle they’d make when I’d open or close the door. Or how I became attached to scent they fill my room with even when their pigment had dulled. Needless to say, I’ve been looking forward to high school graduation, for then I can add more lays to the doorknob.