Yesterday, I decided to give my room a little makeover. Not as if it needed any in the first place but once in awhile, I think it’s good to change up the room for a wee bit.
After helping out a friend with their #projecthappiness, I went to IKEA to get some storage boxes. Over the years, I’ve accumulated a lot of books which I’ve read. I placed these books in the the storage boxes and kept them under my bed. It made room for more things but I’ve decided to just leave it bare. As I was clearing some of the other smaller storage boxes, I stumbled upon pictures of the ex and I together during our happier times. Funnily enough, I wasn’t depressed, angry or anything close to that. I just picked it up, put it in the trash can and then dump them. I didn’t think much of it and just kept cleaning. I stored all the remnants of the pasts in the storage boxes and just move on to the next task on hand.
It wasn’t until late in the evening when I realized that the whole procedure was very symbolic. I know that I’ve been writing that I’m moving on, happier and all but I think just saying it won’t actually work. The fact that I’ve managed to gather all the pictures, gifts and everything that reminded me of him and put it in storage says and shows that I am ready. I told my brother this morning on what this symbolizes and he understood it. And he mentioned that it must be done. The last of the memories left was me leaving the old agency to join the current place that I am at. True and it’s about time.