Okay. A short list. I might have been able to keep that in my head. But maybe not. I was fucking insane then.
And there was this:
Perhaps I was planning to send the Someone a bill for my moving boxes. I dunno.
And in my effort to visualize what I wanted my new place to look like, I clipped and pasted pictures from magazine and catalogues.
Okay. I moved. I got some new stuff. That was 2007. Flash forward. Forget that divorce notebook ever existed. Decide aged mother is moving in with me. Move again (it's 2012 now). And flash forward again to 2013. Get more new stuff to furnish extra bedrooms. Months later, find notebook. Walk down hall to guest room. See this.
I love a good coincidence. Who doesn't? But just to add a little weird frosting to the coincidence cake, I didn't choose the guest room bedding in the photo above. Daughter C did.