Two and a half years ago I threw away everything that belonged to my married life. I started again without a toaster or a vacuum cleaner or an iron.

As I pack up the flat Duckfish and I have shared for the past two years, I feel the urge to throw more things away.

Like a snake leaving behind its skin, I’m shedding the clutter of my life.

Soon all that will be left is the new me — the one who has left her story behind in the place where it unfolded.

Reborn, renewed, released. Shedding.

{photo by jinx1380}

About KatieP

Embracing my midlife sexy while exploring modern love & relationships • Devoted to all things beautiful • Master of Arts in creative writing & non-fiction writing

5 thoughts on “Shedding

  1. Just recently done this myself… It stirred up a myriad of ghosts, and many tears. I am still feeling unsettled in my new home. I’m blaming the rampant anxiety.

    Love the sound of your new home. Enjoy x

  2. When I got divorced I did the same. Everything had to go. I needed to start fresh. And I need to continue to be fresh. I am constantly de-cluttering around the house throwing things and trying not to collect more materialistic things along the way. The only thing I want to collect are memories and life experience. x

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