sorting life into boxes

So, I'm getting ready to move in a month. It's a good and bad thing. The place I'm moving to doesn't look awesome on the outside, but the inside was roomy and pleasant. I'm not using all the space in the place i'm in now, and there are too many memories. I need to be out.
So, do facilitate that, I'm beginning the packing process. Sorting things into boxes, trying to figure out what I want to keep, what should be tossed. It's the wrong time of year for a yard sale, so now I get to figure out how to sell on those selling groups on fb. And, of course, running into my ex's crap. Finding out she was deeper in debt than she ever told me, which isn't a surprise cause she couldn't stop spending money, but it makes me sad she never felt she could tell me. I hope she figured it out.
I'd gotten some more of her mail the other day. So, I sent her a message. She told me to ship it back, so I guess she's never coming back here. A relief, I think.
I was supposed to go see my dr to get on anti-depressants, but I pushed the appointment back.  I'll see her soon anyway, so maybe it is for the best. I'm disappointed in myself for still being torn up about the loss. I need to get back on the right track, but just can't figure out how to do that yet. But, to be positive, I'm going to the Blues game on Thursday with my sister and a friend. And I'm doing a tour of StL with a queer meet up on Saturday. Hopefully it all flows and I'll keep moving on. As much as my broke ass can!