Trying to regulate my emotions on a very dark day

30 years in one plce.  Now it's over.

 

I assume I'm in shock….seeing my entire life blanketed and shrunk wrapped.  Dozens of rolls of wrapping tape.  Now it's all gone in an orange truck.

 

So much went into recycling or garbage.  My NYC tools for instance.  Many of those date back to Wyoming or the Boat Basin.  Suddenly they've been made redundant. Two houses forced into one.  

 

Given away.  

 

I too have been rejected, left behind, made redundant.  I do not know my place.  My connection with my cat is my one authentic relationship.  God 

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