Unpacking dishes I used to entertain on, party dresses I once celebrated in. Containers of photos and books and mementos; It’s like a twisted sort of Christmas, opening boxes that contain surprises and emotions.

It’s a weird sort of feeling, my life in NY with my ex colliding with my life here. Funny all the things you forget about what once was. Bittersweet to look at some of this and not think of how much has changed over the last several years.