Today, I found myself driving to my ex's house to retrieve some totes full of craft supplies that I desperately need for an upcoming activity at work on Friday. The drive out there was reflective, my mind wandering back to the times we shared together.
As I parked my car and stepped out, I looked around the front yard. I was pleasantly surprised to see the plants I had once planted flourishing, a vivid testament to the care I had given them. Their revival brought a bittersweet smile to my face. I couldn’t help but capture a few photos, a small act of preserving those memories.
I walked around to the side of the house where the little building held my totes full of craft supplies. To my surprise, I hadn’t realized just how many totes I had accumulated. I laughed at myself – what can I say, I'm a crafty person! One by one, I loaded the totes into the back of my car, feeling a sense of accomplishment and a touch of nostalgia.
Before leaving, I went inside the house to grab a few more personal items. Each room held memories, some sweet and some a bit sorrowful, but it was a part of my journey. After gathering what I needed, I locked up the house and headed back to work, ready to channel my creative energy into the upcoming activity.
This visit was a mix of emotions, but it reminded me of the importance of embracing both the past and the present. Now, with my craft supplies in tow, I’m looking forward to creating something wonderful and fun.
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