This weekend was about the physical move. My parents and Mr. B. were there to help. I set aside things for Ryan's family, for myself and for the donation center. I ended up with two trucks full of donation items, a truck and my car for myself and the rest went to the trash. It's funny how quickly we accumulate 'things.' Some things hold emotional value and others don't. I really hate clutter to begin with but sometimes you just have to hoard. haha I'm sure I have a very different idea of what hoarding is compared to some. With this movie, I made a conscious decision to hoard memories and not material items. I'm feeling good about it.
I brought this stuff home, to be sorted and put away. I ended up keeping only 4 bins.
A bunch of empty bins and one left to sort.
The thing about this move is that i'm not sure that it's completely sunk in yet. I sold the furniture to the new buyer so there is still evidence of the life that once was. The happy and tragic memories that will live in my memory and even a few memories that I'm choosing to leave behind. Although we had the house for just 4 years, a lot of life happened there. This is the closing of a giant unforgettable, dramatic chapter in the novel of my life. Thinking about this brings tears to my eyes. I cannot tell if they are happy tears, sad tears or a mix of both. It's such a sad/happy/?? time.
Before the move, I spent sometime with baby Michael. He dressed up for my visit.
Today, I am thankful for: A successful move thanks to my parents and Mr. B. Oh and a happy baby wearing a bow tie.
Melanoma fact of the day: One person in our country dies every hour from Melanoma.