Political Update First: Hillary is having a great night on Super Tuesday, sadly, so is Trump. Hillary vs the Donald, how bizarre.
But before we knew the primary voting results, I was sitting in Tara’s kitchen, sipping Prosecco and digging into her latest chicken experiment. I should be doing the same but but it’s so great to be the beneficiary of this friendship and now that we are coming into spring I could leave at 7 with a bit of light and even without the GPS find my way back the Garden State without following our familiar way back home.
As I arrived back to my place and breathe in my fresh new living room with just a few boxes left to remove, I’m thinking about the number of times I’ve had to say goodbye in the last 7 months beginning with my goodbye to you. All others followed your exit.
7 months of goodbyes and decluttering:
I left the Paramus house with a set of boxes. I returned to my place and decluttered, filling bags and boxes with clothes and shoes and books and stuff. As I prepped the living room for a new wall unit, I cleansed the space of my collections of DVDs, CDs, VHS tapes and cried as I filled more boxes.
I moved those collections out of the apartment, down the stairs,out to my car, into the garage. Yes, it was a good productive move but only your passing motivated all others..
Yes, I am moving along. Yes, you are smiling, relieved that I am not falling apart. Yes, you don’t have to worry. But taking one step forward, I have to stop at the top of the stairs and catch my breath, allow the tears to fall, sit back down on the couch, move a few photos around the new shelves and leave the rest of the boxes in the corner for another day.
Yes, I keep moving forward but don’t ever think I’m doing this because I want to, no, it’s because I have to… As much as I loved begin back in Cancun at our favorite spot, I don’t think I can return there again without you. Sorry but that will be too much.
Miss you T,