The "Joys" of Retail

So today I dropped some of my things off at a thrift store. It was only a few bags and the big box will have to wait until tomorrow because I can’t lift it. I didn’t cry as I dropped the stuff off. I guess I have my friend to thank for that since I was speaking to her at the time. But as I spoke to her...I didn’t feel a thing. I was basically numb as I carefully put the things in the little hole they had for donations. I thought I would cry as I dumped off my bouquet...but not a tear was shed. I don’t know if I will feel it later or if I won’t feel it at all. At this point, I’m ready to go and move on. 

Today I started packing up my things because I am moving back in with my parents. I sorted through things I didn’t want and put them in a pile to be donated to a thrift store. I have no use for them. I thought that I would cry as I packed our life away but I found that I didn’t. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve come to accept what has happened or if it is because the reality of what has happened hasn’t quite sunk into my brain just yet. I’m only half way but had to take a break. I didn’t realize how much I had accumulated. This is worse than college...