First box packed. Every small thing that went into the box felt like a goodbye I was saying. Not to the item, that of course will travel with me to my new residence, when I find one. More to the memories behind each thing. I found myself thinking out loud:
"Oh, this we got in Vegas. And this! We found this at that little shop just off the freeway when the car almost ran out of gas..."
Each little thing a memory, a pang of happiness and pain at the same time.
One box down....so many more to go.
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