It wad s time to start packing. I've had all the stuff that I've set aside to take lying on the spare bedroom bed, strewn everywhere. And when we cleared out the dining room and kitchen to paint, stuff when there, too. I got all my stuff back together, except for my clothes. I've been stressing about this for about two weeks, when I was coming down off my drugs and wanting to get back to normal. I woke up this morning about 5:30, with another place to look for my clothes. They weren't there. I re-looked everywhere. My bedroom closet was a mess. There are so many things I can't wear any more because I've lost too much weight for them to look okay (baggy on short people isn't a good look), and they were in piles on my bed and the floor. Couldn't find my clothes, Steve came in the room to get a shirt, pulled some folded clothes off his shelf and handed them to me: these don't belong to me, he said. THEY WERE MY CAMINO CLOTHES! I lost 50 pounds of worry just then.
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