The Box

I am feeling like things are getting a little bit easier. Contact was finally made from the other party. Although there wasn't any meaningful conversation, we were at least civil if not on friendly terms, discussing the everyday things that friends talk about.

This weekend, I finally decided to put the things that were close to my heart during the past year away. I had told a friend of mine earlier that I couldn't let go of these things, but they took up alot of my desk space and I was constantly reminded of the unhappy times that accompanied these everyday objects - or a longing of what was and could have been.

On Saturday, I happened upon this wooden memory box. It's a box I've wanted since I first saw it some 5 years ago, but never really thought I had the need for. The colour I wanted wasn't there, but not sure if destiny had a hand in this, it was offered at 30% off it's regular price in a store closing sale (ironic enough?)

So I bought it, deciding at once that it would house both the happiest and one of the saddest times in my life. And with this box another chapter of my life has ended, and another begins...