…feels heavier every day…
Last weekend I had the estate sale to sell everything I won’t take with me. The living room was full with my things.
And it is sad to see all the stuff go! It is good, of course, I do not want to take it all with me, but still.
I do wake up at night now with a heavy heart. I am grieving.
It is all good, things are moving along nicely, I have no complaints.
I take my life apart.
From the bottom to the top – top to bottom = my WHOLE life!
I want to. I have to.
But, oh, does that hurt.