I packed 4 boxes before I finally broke down and cried. It was a bag of seashells that we saved from our trip to Costa Rica/Panama that got me. There is no real symbolism to them but some how that bag of seashells reminded me of every trip we will never take together. It reminded me that he is on an adventure with another girl.
I knew that packing would be hard. It is actually overwhelming. There are so many things to go through. I have to decide who gets what. I don't even know how to make a decision about any of it.
I am so lost right now.
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