I got my move-out confirmation letter from my apartment manager today - more and more things are happening that make the transition and move to Singapore and a new job/ministry more and more real. Our next schedule draft at the hospital has me abruptly disappear halfway through the work days. Magazines I've failed to renew have stopped coming. My shopping lists are shorter: what do I need another three rolls of paper towels or five pounds of flour for?
The task of deciding which items to take with, leave behind for later, and give away is becoming more immediate. I'm beginning to realize just how much stuff I have: yards of fabric, piles of papers, cupboards of food, lotion, and dishes. It's a little like a chore, a little like a fun project.
If I ever ask you if you need anything, respond honestly. I might have it, and I'm probably more than willing to part with it.
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