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Husband and I are in the midst of downsizing. This is our second go round with downsizing. We did it ten years ago when we moved into this house.
We are both packrats. I admit this. So on Sunday, we went out to the garage to start going through containers. What could we donate, put into a garage sale, or keep for a later time to sort through?
We filled the garbage container. We created a space for the garage sale. And we consolidated containers. I now have a container to pack china that will go to oldest niece.
In the midst of this, though, I found a piece of paper with the married name of a friend that I have been searching for a long time. I last saw her over twenty years ago.
When I lived in Monrovia (1958-1963), she and I were best of friends. I loved her house that had a humongous yard. Her family had avocado trees. And we were very much into fairy tales so we were convinced we could see fairies in her yard.
I tried to keep contact once we moved to Simi Valley. But it was difficult. However, her friendship has stayed with me all these years.
So it was exciting today to find that scrap of paper. I think I found her on Facebook. I hope I have found a current address and will write her. I will keep you posted if she responds.