The boxes are everywhere

This sight you see here is of my living room. We are surrounded by the boxes that hold our life's accumulation of stuff.

In preparation for the big move my husband has so smartly begun packing. Although I too should help with this, I am having a hard time. For me, the sorting and the throwing away of so many items has been difficult. During the packing process I encounter physical markers from the days when that t-shirt from the 9th grade or that country/rap/mixed CD take me back to school day memories. And then I laugh, tell my husband the story related to that particular item which reminded me of the days when my friends and I tried to fit 5 people into my 4 seater Integra on the way to the mall or when we decided to take a road trip to Nashville, TN just because. Sometimes too, I find myself sniffling back a tear from the memories of my dad or long lost friends. But I guess that's the purpose of keeping things--so then you can take them along with you as you move.