Memories

I'm moving the first weekend in June. I have a big job ahead of me before I can move and start fresh with my new life. Since this weekend is so crappy, as far as weather is concerned, I have decided to tackle the chore. First off, my basement looks like a tornado hit it. I have come across many things and that have slowed me down. I told myself beforehand that I was going to go through this stuff with a "blind-eye." I did not listen to myself. As I go through things deciding on what to pack and what to get rid of, it seems as though my "save" pile is bigger than my "get-rid-of" pile.

I am struggling with things that me and my ex-husband have accumulated over the past three years we have been here. There are a lot of things in this house that we brought along from our other homes as well. When he left, he was limited to what he could take because he was driving to his new home out of state. He took what he could fit in his trunk. Now I am left with the burden of cleaning out and packing this 2500 square foot home.

I am anxious to start my new life, but I am scared to leave behind what I know. We all wonder if we made the right choices. The thing is though we cannot allow ourselves to dwell on whether it was right or wrong, but to move ahead and face the "new."

Now, do I save these things or get rid of them? Do I save them, but pack them away forever? If I throw them out, will I regret it? Will I save them and look at them once in a while?


While you ponder your answers to these questions, please enjoy one of my all-time favorite songs. It always makes me cry.