In Virginia I rented a room from my best friend's parents, which worked out wonderfully because I had the benefits of having my adopted family and the safety of not living alone in an area where living alone was not only expensive but also a bit intimidating. I love my best friend and her family as my own family, truly as a second family and am so honored that they saw something special enough in me to include me in their family as one of their own. My best friend is more like a sister to me (we even look a lot a like), only we have never had a fight and we compliment each other wondrfully with strengths and weaknesses and the way we think.
However, every family has its quirks. My adopted parents have a wee problem with not being able to throw anything away because it might still be useful, or someone might need it, or it is still good. I do not have this problem and in fact donated most of my apartment's possessions whenI downsized and moved into the room at their house after an incident I would rather forget. I am weird, but possessions are not that reinforcing to me or rewarding and I can easily fit all of the things that I would greatly miss into my car. Heck, for 9 months I have lived on what I was able to fit into two suitcases and one box! The only thing I missed out of everything I left behind (besides my friends and my kids in my class) were my books.
In a lot of ways unpacking these boxes is like Christmas because I had totally forgotten what was still in Virginia. For example, my wardrobe has literally doubled overnight as I unpacked a suitcase or two because I left behind a bunch of clothes that all "just happened" to be a size 12 which is what I am now that I have regained all of the weight that I lost from the dysphagia. (P.S. I am proud of being a size 12 and do not buy into society's view that I should diet until I am a size 6 - I have been there via a torturous illness and would rather be a size 12 or more and healthy than skinnier and so sick). I discovered framed photographs I had forgotten about that will make my apartment look more like home. Yet I have also discovered some very odd things, things that seem to make no sense to take the effort to pack and transport hundreds of miles north. I think this stems from that wee problem with not being able to throw things away. I am no where near through even a fraction of the boxes, but so far I have found:
* a box of used needles from my Lovenox injections
* a scrap of ribbon
* an open , 1/2 used container of agave nectar that predictably leaked all over the other contents of the box and made a sticky mess
* an empty perfume bottle from Bath and Body Works (nothing fancy or refillable)
* scraps of paper with written directions to places around Washington DC because you know, those are going to help me up here
* a DC Metro card
* a set of old photographs and papers that actually belong to THEM that I need to mail back - they had stored them in my closet, so apparently they became mine?
* half used bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and a half used tube of toothpaste
I am certain there will be more items to add to the Odds and Ends as I continue unpacking. To me this is funny. It also makes you consider how and what you would pack if you had to pack up the belongings of a life of someone else for them. I am pretty sure I would skip the open container of agave nectar, the empty perfume bottle, and the half used toiletries but that is just me. I am just so thankful they packed up my life down there for me!!
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