On Friday night, I cried a little cry after we finished packing. Gary had gone to bed and I'm wandering around the apartment in the dark. I was looking at the lights, got sentimental and started to cry. Gary had gotten up by this time and sat with me on the couch. I think he was a little alarmed, but I explained that this is part of the process. I accept change, but I have to pay tribute to the era that passed. It was a good chunk of years for me, so it must be respected and mourned.
So I cried my little cry and talked about how it was the 'end of an era'. The era of of living downtown. :) The next day, Gary told my mother about what happened and she responded with, 'Oh, Leslie does that. She cried when she turned 20. She cried after university. She cried after high school ended. It's the end of an era'. LMAO.
I didnt realize my mother knew me so well. And I have to give her snaps for recognizing that it IS the end of an era for me. And though it was silly, she accepted that it's what I do and didn't say I was stupid for doing it.
And after my cry, I feel muchos better. I'm ready to move forward! I'm ready to DECORATE!!
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Wow! Your mom does know you so well. Love how you are so sentimental :)
I'm glad you're embracing the decorating and your colour choices have been amazing. Thanks for throwing me a bone and letting me chose for the office though. Can't wait to re-finish the desk this weekend and put that room together :)
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