That’s the last one. My last cabinet, packed.
This was my very first place. My home. It was all mine and my whole self is in every corner of this place. Every detail was because I put it there. It’s been my refuge for five years. I recovered here. I became “me” here. I’m not sure I’m ready to leave, but it’s time to move on.
Time for me to welcome people in to my home (I’ll finally have somewhere for them to sit). I’ll make my new place my own too, but that doesn’t mean I won’t missed my striped wall that The Moms and I slaved over.
Here goes nothin.