Dear Stuff I Want Rid Of,
You were once a blessing to me. I know I really wanted you here, but now things have changed. I no longer have a use for you inside my home. So now you sit in my garage, mocking me each time I pass you. I keep you because of fear or out of sentiment. If I get rid of you, I may need you again, just like a few other things I once had. And, technically, I do have the space to keep you, so I talk myself out of calling a charity truck to come by. I avoid you when I am able. And, the good stuff hides you. One day I will have to deal with you, when we move again. Until then, I will try to find courage to say goodbye!