Cleaning Out the Past
There has been a framed photo of my (now ex-) boyfriend and I hiding in the back of a drawer at the office for months now.
When I started my new job I only had the photo up on my desk for two weeks before it came back down and went to its hiding place in the drawer.
I didn’t want to taint my new home with its presence, so it stayed in the back of my rarely used drawer. Face down. To make sure there were no unpleasantries to face on the rare occasion I went into this drawer for a package of oatmeal or a fresh pad of neon pink Post-Its.
