I'm having a sort of clear out. Having a couple of bedrooms decorated and have to clear everything out of them. An unbelieveable amount of stuff and I'm going to think very carefully about what I put back in. I never had 'a family home' as such. My parents lived in various rental properties and I left home when I was 17. I always thought how nice it must be to have a bedroom that is yours, even when you grow up and move away; a room that you can then show your own children with all the books and toys from your childhood. A few years ago my daughter pointed out that my house had become 'a shrine to her childhood', but that didn't bother me because I wanted my grandchildren to see it. That isn't happening now and so I feel it's time to move on emotionally. The door with the pencilled in height chart; 1997 when my son overtook my daughter height wise and she wrote 'you may be bigger..but I'm still better'. And the photos. Drawers full of them. I used to put my heart and soul into photo albums; though I say it myself they were little works of art. Then, somehow I didn't have the time to do them any more and the photos just got put into drawers. I used to feel terribly sad looking at the inherited photo albums that I got from my in laws; a life in pictures that were somehow now faded and a bit yellow round the edges. That's now how my photo albums look. As for the ones in the drawer,I had to go through some of them the other day looking for one in particular and they just made me sad and I wondered what had been the point of it all. Has anyone else ever felt that way? It's all a bit overwhelming and there's so much stuff I hardly know where to start. A bit worried that I might get completely carried away and burn things that I'll regret one day.
What are you avoiding doing in this heat?
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]. So life isn't just stopping and stagnating but morphing into something different. And on that note I've made a last minute decision to go to the cinema ...thanks ladies [yet again]
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