Today I was frantically searching through ridiculous amounts of paper to try and find Tom’s birth certificate. It’s the only missing item in a short list of things he needs me to post him. I have a small room upstairs off Tom’s bedroom, where we’ve shoved everything of his. I didn’t want to go in there. The door sticks so it’s hard to get into. I like it like that. I didn’t find the birth certificate. I did have that little cry that I knew would be there when I went into that room. All his ‘stuff’ left behind, that reminds me of him. I spoke to him on the phone and he tells me he thinks he has a cold or something. So it made me miss him even more.
I have a ridiculous amount of paper though. Years of stuff that I thought I might need, mixed up with things that I probably really do need. I have it all in one spot now, so I am going to gradually hammer away at it. Before I start though I think I need to decide what I need and what I don’t, so I don’t spend too long deciding. I only want to go through it once! I’m sure I’ve done this a hundred times before…. how does it all accumulate?
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