It must begin in my cavernous closet.
I spent a good 2 hours in there sorting through boxes and piles.
I laughed. I cried. I brought a bottle of Blue Moon in there with me.
It is bizarre what I have kept.
A tank top my mother wore in the 80s.
I found the journal I had to keep in 2001 when I was discovering my epilepsy.
There is a little red push pin on the wall that made me cry.
I used to have my sewing desk in here, and it was on that pin that I used to hang my measuring tape.
Okay, moving on.
These are flowering teas I was saving for when we needed quick gifts and didn’t have time to go to the store.
They, apparently, expired in 2010.
I also found the jewelry box of my grandmother’s broaches, as well as her nursing pin from the Saskatoon Hospital of Saskatchuan.
Half of this pile is going.
How do you pack wings….
Okay, taking a break.