The Barista that is…to my former dorm mother from way back when. I am so glad that coffee maker has found a good home.
We decided a few weeks ago that when we get our daughter, the entire family will be coming along. Doing so means sacrifices on our part. I didn’t realize how hard it is to let go of stuff, especially my coffee maker.
As I’ve looked through closets, kitchens and garage, I’ve realized just how attached I am to certain things. Things that will rust, become destroyed or get stolen. You’d think I’d have learned that lesson at 13 when our home in Liberia was bombed and we lost EVERYTHING! Nope, materialism rears its ugly head every so often.
This has been a good exercise for me. Letting go in order to achieve a higher goal; taking our family to add to our family. I know the trip will be a rich and rewarding memory for our children. I am looking forward to meeting our daughter together. Creating first memories together.
So, cleaning out the closets I’ll continue to do.
I was born in Jos, Nigeria many years ago. I spent the next nineteen years living in Liberia, Kenya and Ethiopia.
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