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JevInstincts
As I helped my grandparents move into an apartment this past month, I realized that this was probably the final stop in their journey. There was an air of melancholy as we emptied out their old house and loaded up the moving van. A week before the move they had the obligatory moving sale. A sale made more poignant by what was being divested, than what was being kept. The memories remained, but the collected treasures were being passed along. Of course this got me all Maudlin. Funny how when we first start out on this journey there's a mad rush to collect stuff. Every trinket and bauble has some emotional significance, and garages the world over are full of priceless bric-a-brac that we cannot be parted from. Then one day the realization hits home that it's just stuff. Nice stuff it may be but it's stuff nonetheless. So as one generation passes it's collected treasures along, I get to add another box to add to my growing collection of stuff. Jevster, |
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