The stuff
I was going through my old photos files and came across a batch from when I was a homeowner. I loved that stainless steel medical cabinet from Los Angeles, the raku pots from North Carolina, the carved creature from Mexico, the photo I took of the Louvre, the octagonal mirror from Utah, the barber shop sign from Nigeria (the sliver of a face in the bottom left corner), the painting I did of the woman, the other paintings, the leather club chair… But I was ready to let those things and so much else go so I could live the life I have now. It was someone else’s turn to love my stuff.
Sheesh! Do you still miss it?
ReplyDeleteI've been grateful Michelle was willing to keep my/our treaures, but not having them w me is one of the biggest drawbacks of our lifestyle...maybe the *only* one.
Couldn't your sister have kept some?
And I bet you are a lot better off to have moved on from those good experiences, I know I have been.
ReplyDeleteGeorge Carlton comes to mind
ReplyDeleteGood thinking about someone else loving them. That helped me move on as well. Now we just have one bin of sentimental things. I do, sometimes, miss the Stressless Recliners, though.
ReplyDeleteLinda Sand