I’ve been pondering my attachment to the past a lot recently. The last of my belongings from my former home were delivered last week. It was a long time coming and I opened each box with anticipation, looking for certain items that I was sure would be there. Alas, two treasured books were missing … and I mourn them.
Through the twists and turns my life has taken since 2006, I’ve experienced a lot of loss. One would think that it would get easier to shrug it off but the memory of these things, and the loss of them now realized, sort of makes me sad.