There's a lot of clothes in there, considering it's a walk in robe. But also considering I haven't truly gone through it with heavy scrutiny in a few years. I came across a lot of t-shirts, dresses, skirts and pants that I didn't need or had forgotten about. My fashionista friend Emma Joy came over and swooped up a very large pile that she was determined to cut and change into new clothes, so I'm happy that some of the material will get reused. Fairly sure I'm still a little uncertain about a particular set of clothes that I had to discard. At least 5 pairs of pants and several tops were thrown to the wayside. The significance of these garments is that they were bought for me by someone who is no longer around. They were also bought in London. So on top of the fact that I couldn't walk out and buy another pair whenever I like, I had to say final farewells to a lot of memories that I otherwise would've been content to keep buried close by in my closet. Now, I have hardly anything left to wear in my depleting arsenal of clothes; it's very annoying.
On the other hand though, I feel different.
Perhaps it's closure.
Perhaps it's change.
It almost feels like that lost feeling you get when you see a really good movie where the characters leave you wishing your life was like theirs. I get that a lot.
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