While packing for my move, I’ve decided not to hold onto things that are truly useless just because I want to hold onto the memory of them. Instead, I’ll take a photo of the cherished item before tossing it.
I don’t even remember how long I’ve had this mug. It’s a Libra mug, and I’ve always felt that being a Libra is one of the most constant and true parts of me. Bye bye, Libra mug. Who knew you photographed so well?
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Hey, that’s a cool mug, I want one! I’d prefer it unbroken, though.
Mugs never last as long as you hope they will. I remember buying a Star Trek mug and then a mug of my favourite football team and both times thinking to myself ‘This is the last mug I’m ever going to need’. I no longer have either of them.
I hope the move is going well. Your blog’s been quiet for a few days so I guess it’s keeping you busy.
Yeah, I’m going to miss that Libra mug, even though I obviously wasn’t actually using it. The weird thing to me is how many mugs I’ve accumulated that I don’t really want, but can’t seem to get rid of. I wish the ugly mugs would break instead!