if i pack up my things and leave, can i still be the queen to your king?

i spent from 8am until 10:48pm today running all over the island preparing for the first leg of my move from ny to btv. i've never felt more displaced than i have in these past few months. since september i've been living out of boxes and suitcases. it's taught me how to live without. it's taught me that when you haven't seen something in a few months, you forget about it. when you forget about it, you don't miss it. but it's when you're about to give it away that you look at the object again in a new light. all of a sudden cannot live without it. possessions are funny like that. it becomes an irrational need. you know in your heart you don't want it and certainly don't need it but there's that ownership. well i'm proud to say that i watched a few pairs of shoes go into the loving hands of one of my best friends while a few articles of clothing went off with another. letting things go (especially when not needed) feels a hell of a lot better than seeing it there, waiting, wanting and never being touched.

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