At the end of this month, I will be doing something that I haven't done in 8 years: I will be living with a boyfriend. I was 25 before, unwise to the world, green, and still trying to figure out who I was. 8 years later, I have a career that I love, independence, and definitely more life experience. I also have an apartment filled with stuff.
When merging one's life with another, some things have to go. When I was 25, my boyfriend didn't have a lot of stuff; neither did I. Now, my boyfriend has some stuff, and I have way too much. And a great deal of it shouts "single woman." So as I pack, I must decide what can go, and what I don't need anymore.
The 2 Starbucks Teddy bears stay. I was a manager and besides, I can give them to my kids. The antique bell can go. My evil ex-stepfather gave it to me. It's pretty, but gathers dust. My Phantom of the Opera music box stays- it's my favorite musical. 4 candles I've never lit can go. I have too many candles. Framed pictures from My European travels stays- although some might move to my classroom. My wicker trays go- Billy doesn't like wicker. My LSU gnome stays. It amuses me. Various presents from ex-boyfriends and ex-friends go. Except the last Harry Potter book. My marathon medals stay, despite the fact I don't run anymore. They remind me of what I can accomplish. All wall-hangings in my bedroom go, but my barbed wire Texas in the hall stays.
Moving is a pain, but it gives one a chance to clean out their lives and go down memory lane. As I delve into this new chapter, I must close previous chapters. Time to build as a couple, not single.
Oh, and my collection of autographed Playbills also stays. :-)
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