I recently gave a few bits of furniture, books and home decor to a friend who is moving into a new home. It’s fortunate that she was in need of the things I can’t take with me when I move, but also sad to see them go.
I don’t like being attached to physical objects. I feel silly for getting emotional every time I think about throwing away this Build-A-Bear that was given to me by an ex-boyfriend from when I was a teenager, but dammit, that bear went everywhere with me. It became more than a boyfriend gift, it became a frie–…….do you hear how ridiculous I sound??
I am excited about what’s to come. I am just stuck in limbo. Here are my childhood memories, here is the trashcan they’re going in, here is a new life and a blank canvas for new memories. But god, how do you let go? How do you decide what is worth remembering?
It’s like the question you ask your friends: If you could only bring five things with you to a deserted island, or only save five things from your house if it’s on fire, what would you save?