Dear T,

OK, this should have been glaringly obvious to me. But what did we just get rid of earlier this month in my house? The couch and loveseat I've had since I was 23. I knew they had to go. But I've had them more than half my life. And then, unexpectedly, I had to get rid of the nightstand that I've had just as long. Only that's a bit *more* special to me because I picked it out. When the couch/loveseat were hand-me-downs from my parents' friends. But they were all there through several phases of my life--being out on my own (and with various boyfriends, who all sat on the couch), then married, then a parent. Maybe this is partly my grieving those?

Love,
LT