Packing Begins In The Deepest, Darkest Places

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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.

IMG_1683A tank top my mother wore in the 80s.

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I found the journal I had to keep in 2001 when I was discovering my epilepsy.

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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.

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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.

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I also found the jewelry box of my grandmother’s broaches, as well as her nursing pin from the Saskatoon Hospital of Saskatchuan.

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Half of this pile is going.

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How do you pack wings….

Okay, taking a break.

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