Just yesterday, I received a dropload of boxes from my parents. Like a kid at Christmas, I couldn't wait to tear through them. Here's the visual: I grab Box 1, prop myself on the floor in the living room against the couch, rip open the first lid (the boxes are old school cardboard), and...........find bags over bags sorted by grade of my school papers. Projects, report cards, miscellaneous papers, etc.
I spent the better part of the evening rifling through to find bits and pieces of days gone by. The dropload was reduced to a mere shoebox of memories of which some day I'm sure will find the same fate. Many papers and buckets of dust are now sitting in the driveway waiting for garbage day.
Such is life. Oh so simple.
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