This was a troubling thing for me. I couldn't get to all this stuff I had collected over the years. I know I really didn't need it anyways, since I am unable to use most of it now, (like my old extra knobby set of bike tires & the pump) and I can't do much of anything. But, it's my stuff, and I like having it "at hand," whatever that means in my situation. I like to know where it is... in a precise way, I mean.
Now, since we just moved again to a home we bought out in the country, we have much more room and rooms! Most everything is here, and I can see everything Travis has unpacked now. It's been a busy day, sorting through some of it. But, I can't describe the feeling of "finding" things I hadn't seen since my disability, all right at hand. Now, what will I ever do with model rocket engines, or that crochet kit I used years ago? Those old tires, and the pump may seem useless, but they certainly serve some kind of purpose... if I could just explain it. Like the red rose Travis drew me when I turned 40... this was my life!