What's mines is mine

He's not stopped me from taking the things that I want but then he is getting all the major pieces of furniture and electronics from the house so me taking these small items is like a pebble in the ocean as far as I'm concerned. It's such an odd feeling scanning the contents of each room and deciding if I really want this or that bad enough. Or do I actually need it? In some respects leaving what was my home and the beautiful places that surround it make this so gut wrenching at times. The contents of the house don't bother me nearly enough as it's just stuff and stuff can be replaced. But leaving this place, my home, that brings me so much pain. No one sees that from the outside though. Not many people even know. It's not exactly an easy topic to bring up in conversation so I just say nothing and hope that people will find out in time. I also hope I can fill my new home with love and grow to love the area as much as I do here. All I can do is hope and continue to be guided by my sense of what's the right thing to do and busy myself with packing...