I found something I wasn’t looking for. “Don’t Forget The Oatmeal”, a book my husband and I read to our son sooo much that the binding has been taped and re taped. We actually hid it from him at one point. That’s not what I was looking for. Packing tape. Just needed packing tape. I ended up in the room I never go in. The room full of the things we never unpacked, stacks of boxes. My old life is in there. Neatly packed away. Everything I was. Everything we were together. Maybe it would be easier now if we had of unpacked. I think if we would have unpacked we would have been ok. Made this place a home. We were too broken then. I’d rather die now than open one box. Some how I don’t feel like those things belong to me anymore. Some happy family’s stuff ended up in that room and I don’t know how. That’s where it will stay. I found the box that I know has his wedding ring in it. I didn’t look. I found the packing tape. Then the book. That’s how I ended up standing in a room full of boxes crying, holding packing tape and a Sesame Street book. If I hadn’t of remembered the packing tape, today would have been ok. Then I had to laugh. What better way to send back a box to Dell.... the packing tape has Compaq written all over it. LOL.... I love Dell thou.