Piece by piece, it’s all coming apart, being put into boxes, and being stored away for another day. I keep thinking of the future, when it’s like a big Christmas day, opening each box and savoring its contents again. It will be at least two months before I see any of these things again…learning to live without these tangible representations of desire, emotion, dreams, and goals achieved is a reminder to live in the moment.
The delivery boys came this morning and took the bed away, a parting gift to Mercy’s mother for being so nice to me and her as long as I’ve known her. I really like the woman, and have always found her to be a fantastically cool parent. :)
Hello, back pain…
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