packing boxes differently this time

I have been back in America for one year and 48 days

I have lived in my current house for about 9 months

and yet again.. I pack.

I'm lucky enough to have grandparents with a massive farm that lets me store my stuff in my grandpa's old glass blowing workshops, this makes leaving the country often a tad easier. I went to my grandparents this weekend for Easter and packed a box to take with me, seeming how we have to move out of the purple house by May 31st. I've noticed the amounts of "things" I own has decreased over the years, along with that being clothes. Things really don't matter in the end, or am I getting better with letting things go? I think it's a combination of both. It's always interesting to pack up my life and stumble across old journals, notes, books etc and pack them away with a sense of nostalgia. I love reading adorable notes from friends that I saved and being taken back to some happy days when gazing at a friendship bracelet I saved from camp. With the things that triggered a sense of lose, hurt, regret, I did something out of my norm, I paused before putting that item into a box, is this feeling happy, sad, necessary? Do I really need this, does it mean anything to me anymore? No.. *throws in Goodwill box. I really am getting better at letting go rather then packing it up in a box to only let it come back to haunt me later. Exhaleeeee. Maybe letting go has triggered some growing up. I have always felt like the black sheep on my mom's side, because I am definitely my dad's child. But this weekend for the first time, I felt a bit more at home. My mom got her jewelry box out of the safe at my grandparents for my cousin and I to gawk over and my grandpa joined to inform us on all the authenticity of the metal. The little gathering of generations talking about vintage jewelry made me smile. My mom still has her wedding rings from when she was married to my dad. Handed down from my great grandma (on my dad's side), some real vintage jewelry that entwined both my parents. She wore these rings for 20 years, I forgot how beautiful they are.

A sense of connection to your blood is surreal feeling. 

ps. i love my new canon ellph.