I closed my p.o. Box today. It was due for payment, and I realized I've barely been using it forever now. I haven't moved in six years, nobody is out to snatch my mail, and thanks to wedding invites, the world has my address.
It's kind of cool that it seems so routine and normal, given why I had it originally. I opened it over 10 years ago as part of getting out of my toxic relationship with Sharese. We'd left an apt. where we defaulted on rent and moved to her parents' place. I needed a stable address since I knew I wouldn't be there forever, and couldn't trust her with my mail anymore. That post office was convenient at the time from work (my one constant) when I had no car. Later, I'd moved so much and didn't have a great handle on family or bills, so I hung on to it. Eventually it was just another fact of life to check that box even though it baca me inconvenient.
Today I let go and can't figure out why I didn't earlier. That's huge. It's a good day.
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