A little sad

Been a busy day today. Have closed some bank accounts, have shipped a couple of boxes to England, got a quote from a car dealer for the car as a last resort option, and have scheduled the satellite TV to be cancelled.

Also we sold the bunk bed this evening. This makes me a little sad. The bunk bed was a project I started about 18 months ago. It was my first real carpentry project. Although the fundamental plans were obtained from the Internet, the bed had many refinements and attributes which made it unique. The purpose behind building the bed was not just for the sake of building a bed - although it did serve that purpose well. It was more a good form of what can only be described as therapy for me. A few of you will know what I am referring too. Most will not.

The underlying reason behind this is not something I am going to get into at this time. But for me and my purposes seeing the bed being broken down into its parts, strapped onto the back of some guy's truck and driven off is a little sad. It might sound pathetic, but to me it isn't. The bed was more than a bed. Building it helped me through a very difficult part of my life, and I am sad to see it go.

The positive spin to this is that the bed, along with almost everything else we own is basically gone. We are starting a new chapter of our lives. We are in the throws of a cleanse, we are cleaning the cobwebs, removing the dust bunnies, selling the inanimate objects, putting things behind us and moving on.

I want to go now. I'm tired of waiting. Part of me doesn't even really care if we sell the rest of the stuff. I want to go now. I want to start our new chapter. Carte Blanche (almost). I WANT TO GO NOW.

Cliff