Hubs and I are moving soon and I spent this past weekend going through things, purging, and packing. There are boxes and bags of things that I have simply moved from one place to another for years without taking (or maybe having) the time to go through it to see if I still need it. This next month will be all about that. Let me tell you, just this weekend was like a punch in the gut. I pulled out pictures and momentos from my past that stopped me in my tracks. And a few times it wasn’t something I saw but rather something I heard. There were songs that immediately catapulted me back in time to my first love, losing my virginity, and more. So this weekend was quite emotional for me. I feel like I’m in a bit of a fog, knowing that I don’t need those things anymore, knowing that my life is infinitely better than I could have imagined nearly 4 years ago when I moved back to Alabama. But still….there are heart strings…and tugs…and nostalgia.
I’m still processing all these feelings and likely will be for at least the next month as I tackle more items from my past. Please bear with me if I seem out of sorts, but know that I will prevail…stronger than ever…and happier than I ever thought possible. Plus <<confession time>> I listen to this song and it immediately brightens my mood and makes me dance in my seat. Call me crazy. Maybe.