Everything sentimental and precious to me has been packed away for years. This photo shows the stacks of boxes filling the living room of the condo on May 1, 2021. Boxes with all my stuff, boxes with all mom’s stuff.

Those boxes stayed stacked there for nearly two years while I was both too emotionally fragile and too physically compromised to deal with them.

Now, September 2023, I begin the process of sorting through so many items of personal significance. These items all have stories. I will document those stories as I unpack my past.

I will tell my story through inventory.

(Stories coming soon)