Coffee or Tea? City Mouse or Country Mouse? Autumn or Spring? On what do you base your preferences? On which preferences do you base your identity?
Fold up all your favorites, pack them into a steamer trunk, and send it overseas. A slow boat… to where?
Write each of them a letter of longing: a love letter. A letter of letting-go:
Dear John, my dogged-eared dictionary… My beloved Jane, deep-green woolen shawl…
How does it feel to be as un-anchored as the ship that has carried everything away? How does it feel to walk on solid ground with your arms free, your back unbowed from the weight of all that you’d gathered?
Are you ambivalent in the face of these losses?
What do the voices of your love/hates say to you? Do to you?