I’m looking at stacks of boxes.
Inside, there are things.
Some meaningful, some meaningless and some yet to be defined.
The good news is there’s lots of books.
The bad news is there’s lots of stuff that will stay in a box and go into another box (our storage unit) before its fate is officially decided.
I find myself wearing less clothes. Not that I’m naked, but I’m repeating outfits more frequently.
You’re doing a bit of the same routine. We like seeing you in Dino (because it fits, and you look adorable in blue and green stripes).
I want the world for you, but I want a world where there’s space. You can have things for sure, but the should have purpose and a place.
Your Mom and I made a rule, “No hiding.”
And with everything hidden, it makes me wonder…
“What do I truly need?”