All that is left is a matching whicker coffee and end table, a TV, a bed, and a piano. It is utter chaos. Even though I am in a constant state of reorganization, I never seem to get anywhere.
Today I shall focus on whittling what I'm taking to one room, because that is what I'm moving to: one room.
We moved al my furniture yesterday. As the last two pieces were set in place at their new home, I had to sit down and cry. It is very clear to me I am a sentimental old sap. It isn't so much their beauty (which I adore), what matters is who's hands made their beauty shine. I realized yesterday, that along with my guru- who is in every room of my house shining her smile at me- I have surrounded myself with pieces of my father. A pocket knife here, and old business sign there.
I am shedding layers like a snake. Some of them are emotional.
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