Puttin' on the ritz
It doesn't do to dwell on where I'm not, and I'm trying hard, then, to not do that dwelling.
Speaking of dwelling, though, I will soon have a new dwelling. Over the weekend, I found myself a glorious one-bedroom apartment and will be moving in this coming Monday, the first, according to plan. I am very excited about this sort of dwelling.
Last night, cleaning, I decided to give away enough clothes to fill 13 trash bags. Thirteen. As I kept piling them in the living room, I had no idea how it is I won't be going naked upon discovering the lack of all those clothes. Then I realised I cleaned out two closets, four dressers, and a hallway that all belong to two people who didn't fully go through everything in almost twelve years of living in this house. So that makes sense. And I still have more clothes than I'll be able to move. Egad. That's ridiculous, a bit. Still have some going through to do.
I've decided one room at a time will be best method. Started last night with bedroom, will continue that tonight, hopefully finishing that prep. Cleaned out old clothes and filled four of five drawers in the dresser I'm taking with clothing I do want. Just have to finish that last drawer and get together the closet articles. Tomorrow'll be bathroom, maybe, or kitchen. Maybe living room. And we'll move most of the furniture and boxes to the garage so the movers can access them easily.
One of my coworkers possibly smells like Pepsi. From across the room. Awkward.
Anyway. This is mostly me thinking aloud, again.
Other than that, nothing new. Moving. Still office employee extraordinaire.
And feeling discontent for no real reason right now. That's mildly unpleasant. Insecure, almost, in a few situations.
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways
to get to your heart?
I wish I knew how to be content. I never have figured that out for more than a week at a time.
Speaking of dwelling, though, I will soon have a new dwelling. Over the weekend, I found myself a glorious one-bedroom apartment and will be moving in this coming Monday, the first, according to plan. I am very excited about this sort of dwelling.
Last night, cleaning, I decided to give away enough clothes to fill 13 trash bags. Thirteen. As I kept piling them in the living room, I had no idea how it is I won't be going naked upon discovering the lack of all those clothes. Then I realised I cleaned out two closets, four dressers, and a hallway that all belong to two people who didn't fully go through everything in almost twelve years of living in this house. So that makes sense. And I still have more clothes than I'll be able to move. Egad. That's ridiculous, a bit. Still have some going through to do.
I've decided one room at a time will be best method. Started last night with bedroom, will continue that tonight, hopefully finishing that prep. Cleaned out old clothes and filled four of five drawers in the dresser I'm taking with clothing I do want. Just have to finish that last drawer and get together the closet articles. Tomorrow'll be bathroom, maybe, or kitchen. Maybe living room. And we'll move most of the furniture and boxes to the garage so the movers can access them easily.
One of my coworkers possibly smells like Pepsi. From across the room. Awkward.
Anyway. This is mostly me thinking aloud, again.
Other than that, nothing new. Moving. Still office employee extraordinaire.
And feeling discontent for no real reason right now. That's mildly unpleasant. Insecure, almost, in a few situations.
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways
to get to your heart?
I wish I knew how to be content. I never have figured that out for more than a week at a time.