All this stuff. I look around and there is a house full of possessions. Twenty two years worth of accumulation. When it was the two of us it didn't seem too unreasonable to have the amount of things we had. His, mine, and ours. Now it seems overwhelming, extravagant.
All this stuff...for one person? Pairing down seems impossible. I have sorted through some stuff - all the medical equipment and supplies are gone, and all of Mike's clothes (except for a few of my favorite shirts). I went through the linen closet - so much I didn't need anymore. Still so much remains.
Then there is his music, CDs, DVDs, blu-ray, audio DVDs, concerts, and documentaries, his headphones... It is mine now. It was always ours, but now that it is just me, it seems that these things were always his. I can't imagine keeping all this stuff, but I can't see getting rid of it either. And that is ok. I'll keep it until I don't. For now that will have to do.
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