Of course, my vast array of stuff has it s own stuff and the weeding process has been ruthless. The packing of my life has become a voyage of discovery. Objects, once believed lost, are found and mysteries abound. Cigarette butts are discovered abandoned inside my prized Ming Dynasty vase. I don t smoke.
Some good surprises pop up.
Love notes, long buried, resurface. Alien clothing that hasn t seen the light of day in 10 years reappears. Last night I had a nasty surprise. The ghost of my past jumped right up and looked me in the eye. I found a small velvet jewelry box shoved into the back of a dresser drawer.