During the contract process, we talked about what we would need to do to sell our current home. A home we have been in since 1991. A home where our boys grew up. (True story: C was 2...we had not been in the house very long. It is a 2 story house. N and I were upstairs. L came up. Then we hear this little voice, "Daddy?" L said, "C." "Daddy, where are you?" "Where are you?" We hear this little, sad voice, "I don't know.")
There is a saying that everyone should move every 7 to 10 years just so you can get rid of your clutter/stuff. There's some truth to that. Eighteen years is a long time to accumulate not just memories. However, there is some excitement along with it. Kinda like a treasure hunt. I have found:
- the old dictaphone recording machine (I was wondering where that was)
- the directions for making those composition books look like they're not composition books
- three rosaries that are in need of repair (I'm thinking one came from either my mom or my grandmother)
- jewelry I can't wear anymore
- pictures and pictures and pictures
- my boys' baby teeth (now why have I kept those?)
- my husband's report cards (hehe...I have a feeling he was not that good of a student)
- my husband's grades from ETSU (turns out we attended one quarter at the same time but didn't meet until 2 years later)
- a letter my husband wrote to "Sant Nick"
- a copy of my father-in-law's discharge paper from the US Army (which I am glad I found because I plan on getting the flag that draped his coffin framed and will need that information for the plaque...oh, by the way, don't say anything, it's going to be a present for Father's Day)
- an old valentine card from L which says I'm his better half (maybe I should keep that)
It has been work...with more to do. Hum, more treasures to be found?