Garages
I’m not all that fond of them. Probably because they represent to me my failures. The things I have packed up and left behind.
And now I am going to live in one.
Today that did not feel okay.
It felt like maybe I was a failure? That I didn’t deserve to live in the main house?
Yes, it was all very epic.
Rather than it simply meaning that I love my dogs. I especially love my oldest dog who is aging before my eyes. She can’t do the stairs so I am living downstairs.
And I may have forgotten about some of the items in the boxes, I still have them. I can bring them out and enjoy them. No failure. No epinicity.
Just a garage filled with stuff I love and soon another garage to be filled with dogs I love.
Turns out garages don’t need to be filled with doom at all 
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Nope! No doom. Although I’m used to them being filled more with bugs than with dogs, it sounds like you’ve found a pretty perfect solution!
Ben said this on November 6th, 2009 at 9:25 pm