Sometimes I reflect on my past – in fact, I focus a lot on my past. Part of it could be getting older and remembering when times were better when young. But I really believe that I focus on former times, because my past is being stored in a storage facility in the most eastern part of upper North Carolina. It is almost 1000 miles away.
I am living right now and have been for last 4 years with other people’s contributions. My mattress and bed frame came from 2 neighbors who were moving in at the beginning of this new apartment building. My dresser, couch, and loveseat came from another apartment whose resident died and her son gave it away. I have assorted tables donated by residents who no longer could use them. So basically, I am living with my neighbors’ pasts. No wonder I am having an identity crisis.
Although everything I have is fine, I do not feel comfortable. I need my old furniture, my dishes, my china and crystal, my clothes, my photographs, my very history and past – my identity. I really need it.
I have imagined every feasible way to go up there and get it, sell it ,or whatever. I know it will cost quite a bit to get there, but I am throwing away money every month for the storage fee -1000’s of dollars for the last 4 years.
I might not be able to move it all, but I can get some of the personal belongings that make happy into a small trailer. I am looking to do this next fall. It will be 1000 miles each way and take me a while to get there, but I must do this – even if I only drive a few hours per day. I need to get all “my pieces” together so I can get on with this senior life here in Florida. I can eliminate this feeling of being fragmented.
I am living right now and have been for last 4 years with other people’s contributions. My mattress and bed frame came from 2 neighbors who were moving in at the beginning of this new apartment building. My dresser, couch, and loveseat came from another apartment whose resident died and her son gave it away. I have assorted tables donated by residents who no longer could use them. So basically, I am living with my neighbors’ pasts. No wonder I am having an identity crisis.
Although everything I have is fine, I do not feel comfortable. I need my old furniture, my dishes, my china and crystal, my clothes, my photographs, my very history and past – my identity. I really need it.
I have imagined every feasible way to go up there and get it, sell it ,or whatever. I know it will cost quite a bit to get there, but I am throwing away money every month for the storage fee -1000’s of dollars for the last 4 years.
I might not be able to move it all, but I can get some of the personal belongings that make happy into a small trailer. I am looking to do this next fall. It will be 1000 miles each way and take me a while to get there, but I must do this – even if I only drive a few hours per day. I need to get all “my pieces” together so I can get on with this senior life here in Florida. I can eliminate this feeling of being fragmented.
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