magic number 3.
wrapping up the last of the last, passing off parcels to others, and as each object leaves this house, i feel lighter. except of course the bag that shall be my movable storage the next something something months. hopefully that gets whittled down as i pass through the seasons.
it is funny how the last few days or so my mind has recognized the end is near. i have been downright joyful the last couple. random acts of laughter, and a steeled ability to ignore that which would have before caused grief-this is what my mind has allowed. it has been awhile since i, out of nowhere, laugh-giddy-like. forgot the pleasure of an unprovoked laugh.
no self-malocchio, but it must be said, i feel great/relieved/ready.
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