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.