Monday, March 31, 2008


I had a dream last night that I was at my parents' house, and everything was all cleaned off. I walked from room to room. Empty. No piles of papers and junk. Just cold hardwood floors and a couple of dust bunnies and your voice echoing off the bare walls. I began to cry at this indication that they were preparing to sell it, and because apparently home isn't home without all of the crap everywhere.


Molly Sue said...

Mmm, the Power of Place. A very peculiar thing, "stuff". Did a research paper on "stuff". I'm not surprised at all to your reaction...Sometimes it helps, and this will sound strange, to write a letter to "thing" or "stuff" you are having to let go of. It's a therapy thing....Dear House, I love you because..., I will miss you because...Love - Newt.

The Dancing Newt said...

Ahhh thanks for the suggestion, MS. What was the research paper for?