The Upstairs Office is Created
I have been sifting through boxes and boxes and boxes. The upstairs bedroom served as a storage room of sorts for the past year or so. I finally started opening up boxes delivered from the house where I grew up. Enough time and space passed so I can deal with its contents more objectively sans the overwhelming shroud of grief. As a writer, there are a plethora of documents that need to be filed and/or scanned. I found some lost poems from a book that was created in 2003. Last night Steve and I cleaned an area upstairs. Now a desk and chair lives in there. There is still a lot of work to be done, but I am pleased to make necessary steps to move forward. The upstairs office is created.