||[May. 8th, 2016|11:15 am]
I am feeling an odd grief. I just repacked some boxes that had all sorts of mementos from my childhood into graduate school. Random rocks, a tub of shells, letters from friends long dropped (the depression of graduate school created a rift in time). Diaries and diaries and gardening and weather journals.
I'm not sure why there's grief. Guilt is washing through, too, i suspect: i have all this STUFF. What am i going to do, reconstruct my life?
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Reading letters to me, i recognize something similar yet different from the LJ community. There's a subtle quality of receiving something written to yourself, and i know i have not engaged that way for ages. Something blocks me from replies, a stress of sorts, should i reply to this or that or the long long list....
I wonder if i can change that with this move.
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Worship is over at the Meeting house. I'm heading over to attend Meeting for Business.
Christine is very frustrated with the house buying process: i'm so glad it's almost over. We've not yet seen what we need to sign by proxy on Tuesday. I do expect our lawyer to get us the papers, but Christine doesn't think that's going to happen.
[I then spent time reading up on the closing process in NC. Maybe we have everything we need already, except titles and deeds?]