I did the same in the closets when Spring cleaning came around. I pulled out keepsakes and nick-knack crap that had been all shoved together in one place. Under the pretense of cleaning, I made Her a few boxes with Her name on them. Same with pictures and old clothes. Her books are all together on one shelf. Her CD's- together in the lower left of the cabinet.
I spent several months untangling our belongings. I figured I could make a relatively swift getaway if I didn't have to stop and sort things we've collected over the past decade or so.
Now, the Holidays are here again. Turkey with [the broken pieces of] my family next week. Christmas at our house not long after that. The decorations will be unpacked and co-mingled, creating the task of sorting them all over again. I've wasted a another year being sad. Not entirely sad, I guess, but still time wasted.
I wish I could say that something will change soon. I wish I could say that I have a solid plan, but I don't. I have a vague idea of what I would do to get out. I have family and friends that would support me. I already have invitations to stay several places as long as I need. The generosity is wonderful and I haven't had the heart to tell them I wouldn't need it.
If I go, it will be a cataclysmic change. I will go far away from here on my own. Where my sick brother lives is beautiful. They only get a little snow, so maybe I would end up there. He won't know me by then, but I could do my sisterly duty and check in. That would be about far enough East that I wouldn't be visited often.
Still, like I said, I'm not going anywhere soon. It's just a daydream right now, but to be honest, I don't know exactly what I am waiting for.



