I got really sad about this table this morning.
It's not much to look at - just a little retro kitchen table that barely fits two people when fully extended. But it was the only table in my first (and only solo) apartment after college. A table where I sat to eat meals I had cooked for myself. A table that served as my desk and crafting studio. A hiding place for love notes (in that cute little drawer). A memory of a past life, I guess.
It feels good to let go of things I don't need anymore as we finalize the sale of our old house and start working on making our new one feel like home. But it's funny how attached we get to things, isn't it?
Goodbye, little table. Enjoy your new home - I hope your new owners leave little love notes to each other inside your drawer, too.