As I sat trying to figure out how I was going to move ALL of my belongings from a however many foot ranch with a full basement to a one bedroom “apartment” ( kind of) I felt like a teenager again. My coffee pot is set up in the bathroom (to try to conserve space) but yah closer to where my desk will be set up? I am trying to look at this as a fresh start where anything is possible. Sure it’s scary, most new things are.
I am/was struggling with what material things need to come with me and which ones will go to storage. But yah that will help me focus on what is most important to me?
The photo albums do have to come!
Actually I think I am going to start scrapbooking again as a healing tool. Originally, I started scrap booking ( more picture taking with LOTS of journaling) for my children. In addition to being diagnosed with MS at 26, I was also diagnosed with cervical cancer AND my kidneys were being damaged because of my inability to urinate. I was afraid that I was dying and no one would tell them the “whole story” about their mother. I knew people would share the pedestal stories with them, but I also wanted them to know the one’s that I am not proud of, and about the personal struggles I faced.
I started making and filling photo albums, not only about my life but albums for each of my girls highlighting their birthdays, sports, Christmas parties, school events etc….who knew that I would end up with so many?!?!?!
I have scanned most of the albums to disk and tried to give the actual books to my daughters, now that they have homes of their own, but they don’t want to store them. They also will not let me throw them away….smh… Whoever said raising girls was easy, can kiss my ass!!!!!
To be honest, I don’t think I could throw them out either.
Ok so the photo albums are coming with me. (This is only one load in the back of my car.) The final deciding factor to bring them with though, is so that they will serve as a visual reminder for myself of all the things I have survived, and all of the good times I have had in my life for the days that I don’t feel strong enough.