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April 29, 2009
I thought Iíd be relieved when Momís storage space was finally emptied out. We arenít paying the exorbitant fees for another month, and we need every penny these days. Instead of feeling like a weight has been lifted, Iíve had insomnia, nightmares, and headaches ever since. Is it the closing of a chapter of my life, facing up to the deaths of my parents, grandparents, and my marriage? My tiny house is jam-packed with boxes, which will eventually be put into the storage cube my brother bought, and furniture, which there isnít room for. Maybe itís not really over yet.