There are some things I was never meant to enjoy for very long. First, of course there was my life. Now, there are all these cute things you make and take into the office. I understand why. Work spaces can be so bleak and a little personal touch can go a long way.

I suppose for me, it is my craving for novelty that conflicts with your desire to make pretty things and take them away. You can follow your things to the office. And you can go anywhere you like and see new things that others have created. I have only these three rooms (I don’t count the bathroom).

You have lived here for what, three or four years? And that is already long for this building. I have been stuck in this apartment going on 30 years. Sure, a new tenant brings a little bit of excitement, different furniture and decorations, different lifestyles and personalities to observe. And while I must say, Erica, I like you the best of all, at times I do still chase that quick burst of excitement. I can’t help myself I have lived with you for 10% of my afterlife and in reality if you have done very little to change the decoration of this apartment.

I don’t say this to convince you to redecorate at a rate that would satisfy me. That would not be sustainable on any budget. And I understand the amount of effort you have put into this apartment and environment. I say this only so that you will understand how delighted I was watching you plan and create these delicate little trays with match jars. It was a side of you I had never seen. Measuring out the dimensions of the items you wish to keep there, squirrelling away cardboard cereal boxes as you finished them, carefully measuring out the dimensions of each separate piece and of cardboard and peace of paper, cutting them all out and assembling the final product.

I was there with you the whole time. I delighted in your success and the thought that every time I looked at the tray would be a pleasant reminder of those evenings we shared watching television and me watching you create something.

So you can understand my disappointment when this little tray was soon sequestered away to your office. It is selfish, I know, to want something of yours to fuel my happy memories. But it is difficult when new good memories are so few and far between. I am not saying that you should have done anything different. I just hope that the next time you make something pretty, it sticks around for a while.

-Carolyn

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