Selling furniture...
or dolls...
or books...
or tools...
or clothing...
or what-have-you...
is both exhilarating and a bit depressing.
We know we have to do it, this downsizing thing. We enjoy the freedom our lives will have when we pack up a little 5 x 8 shipping container. We like the idea of "starting fresh" when we get there. I'm a little scared to leave my "comfort zone" of stuff.My birthday is in three weeks. I'm hoping to have one last get-together with the friends I've made here. I know how people are; I'm not expecting a big turn-out.
I bought ingredients for cheesecake and ice cream, to make from scratch, here. I need to go ahead and do that now, now that the weather is sweltering AND my birthday is in three weeks.
Damn. Sure feels like the latter. Do I sound depressed? Sorry about that - I watched "Les Miserables" this evening, and I think I'm trying to process its appeal. SPOILER ALERT - Every Damn Body dies! And even though Javert redeems himself, he doesn't get to sing the big "we're so happy we're dead" finale! Whaddup wid dat?
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