Sofa Memories

My husband is sleeping peacefully in our bed.  I praise God he's back home, safe and sound.  I missed him so much while he was gone to work training.  I know all of you army wives must think I'm a big wimp, and maybe I am.  I could have gone and stayed with my parents or grand parents while he was away, but I wanted to be a big girl.  I wanted to try.  Well, it sucks without him around. He leaves a void when he's gone, that's for sure.  I'm happy he's home and I'm happy he's resting.  Apparently his roommate at the hotel had a bit of a snoring problem, so he has some catching up to do.

So, he's sleeping peacefully and I came into what will one day be my closet room.  I came in here to get some pictures of my old sofa from college so that I could put it up for sale on my Facebook page.  I took the pictures...but now I'm just sitting here, leaning into the big cushions and trying to sniff out the way my old apartment used to smell.

My Old Sofa <3

& it's cigarette burn...oops.  I used to smoke inside.  & also, I'm clumsy.

Now, I'm sitting on the sofa postponing uploading these pictures.  It makes me sad to think of a stranger sitting on my sofa.  Even if it's a friend of mine who ends up buying the sofa, you know, we had our last first kiss when I was laying on THIS sofa recovering from strep throat.  I wasn't contagious any more, though.  :)   My point is, letting go of memories is hard.  But the sooner I can clean out this room, the sooner I can turn it into my closet!

This sofa is just so comfortable, so wonderfully scented, and is stuffed full of memories.  I'll be sad to see it go.