Am I a total downer this week, or what? I guess it’s not too too bad around here. The dog and I have only had one conversation along the lines of, “You know what, I feel pretty queasy too.”
I have photos taken and descriptions written for some things I might be able to get some money out of. Those will go up on Craigslist when I decide the time is opportune. I have the things that are going to a friend’s house sitting by the door, and our pile of stuff that needs to go with us is growing in the other corner. And yeah, there is something very, very unsettling about most of your possessions going away. In fact, the process really has made me a bit queasy. (And the dog too – he doesn’t react well to his turf being up-ended.)
I think the worst part of it all is going through it item by item. Because, of course, each item brings back memories. The root of thing being, if each item is a memory, and most have to get tossed out … well, that’s just plain tough.
However, enough whining. The day did improve, and I do have my fight back! Onward and upward!