Monday, March 31, 2008
Goodbye
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.
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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.
Ahhh thanks for the suggestion, MS. What was the research paper for?
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