Starting over

I'm packing.
I'm packing to move half way across the country.
Again.
Alone.
Again.

I'm getting rid of all the things I dont need, can't use or have outgrown.
Fi & do, my two headed stuffed delmation?
Gone
All those clothes I don't wear because they don't fit or I just don't like them?
Gone.
The two tons of books I'll never read again?
Gone.

My wife?
Staying here.
Not my wife any longer.

This is why I am so lost, 7 years of being with someone, you don't lose yourself you become an "us" & "them". You don't remember how to be a "me". I liked who I was before, I liked who I was during. Now to find the "me" that has grown from all of this.