Jeff and I have only moved twice. Both times were disorganized and rushed. The whole throw stuff in boxes and run kind of moves. This time I need to get rid of ALOT of stuff, I am a horrible pack rat. Getting rid of stuff actually requires you you to go through stuff. Which brings back memories. Lots of stuff = Lots of memories = Emo laura.
I found ticket stubs from the first and only trip Jeff and I ever took without the kids.
I found my step-dads obituary, he was only 58. That was such a hard time, watching my mom lose the love of her life. Watching her adjust to being a widow.
I found the first ring Jeff ever gave me, it was a big smiley face, the kind you get from the gumball mechine. He put it on my finger and asked me to marry him.
I keep finding so many things that made me cry, so many things that bring me back to both the happy times and the sad times. I am on such and emotional roller coaster. I hate it. I am seriously tempted to just throw everything in boxes and worry about it later, but I won’t give up on organizing just yet.