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Cleaning the kitchen sink was good. It was also a Huge reminder of being alone. I keep moving forward in trying to make changes. My Mom & Dad would not want me to stand still.
The problem is I have 50 years of belongings. I never thought eating off my own dishes would be depressing. But you see they are dishes my Dad bought for Mom. I cannot afford new things.
This does not happen every day. It is just enough to screw with my life. I know I will always have these feelings. I prefer happy thoughts. Like cooking & using the old knives & spoons.