So we're packing up our old family home. We lived there for almost TWENTY years! Just a couple of weeks ago, they repainted the interior and exterior so it's more pleasing to the buyer's eyes. I went to grab something by the cupboard yesterday and noticed that all the marks on the wall where we measured each of our height through the years... all gone. I was in the sixth grade when our family moved in. Lots of growing joys and growing pains in that house.

So I was about to give away two stuffed animals that Sam had given me when we were dating. I saved all but those two, one was faded and one was too normal looking. Yesterday he saw them in the "give away" pile and rescued them. He looked so cute marching into the room with both of them under his arms. "I'll save you guys." Wahahaha! I guess we will be keeping them.

This reminds me of the time I threw away a stuffed animal my dad had brought home for each us. It was dusty and old, so I put it inside a plastic bag and into our trash bin. Good thing my dad wasn't home or he might feel bad that we're throwing away something he gave us. But when I went downstairs that night, that bear had broke out of the plastic bag and crawled out the trash can. And it had situated itself on the sofa, looking straight at me!  Ahhhh!

We're having a garage sale tomorrow. Never have done one before, so we don't know how to price things. Hopefully we can get rid of most of the stuff and make something back to help with the house renovation.

Woke up this morning from a terrible nightmare. It was Nightmare on Elm Street-like or It-like; very very distrubing. Someone murdered viciously sitting right next to me on an amusement park ride. We were all locked down with those harness things so I couldn't even escape. There were other terrible things that were so vivid this morning, but have now dissolved into wisps of memory. It was 5:37 and still really dark when the alarm went off... I was scared to brush my teeth with the door open.

But I also had a nice dream where I bumped into an old friend. We didn't say anything to each other but just smiled. I think it had to do with reading those old letters/cards.

But I have no idea where the nightmare came from.

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Edit: I think I know why I had that nightmare! Last night, Sam and I were driving down the street, we saw a possum run across the street. The sirens go off in my head. Then, it got hit/ran over by the back wheel of the car in front of us and flipped in the air then landed! Whenever I see messy roadkill I feel like the organs in my body are all shifting around, all rattled up.  

Oh boy, I'm so tired.

We had a half day at work which was wonderful. I wish every month had a Labor Day. Then I went back to my Parents' place to pack up my stuff since we're trying to sell it. Geesh, I have so much stuff. I brought my camera with me so I can snap pictures of things then throw them away instead of keeping everything. I'm a sentimental pack rat. But I still left with many boxes and I'm not done yet.

I ended up spending hours sitting on the floor reading old letters and cards. Some made me teary-eyed and some made me laugh out loud. It's weird to be transported to the past and relive those old emotions. I've forgotten so much of the details. What a trip. But I realized that I shouldn't keep some of those letters anymore. So... goodbye.

I bruised the bottom of my left foot yesterday when I got tangled in a cord and scraped my foot on a shelf by my bed. Dang, it hurts when I walk.