It's hard to be a cluttermeleon.
Moving is hard for me. Not just because I am disorganized and lazy. No. It is also hard for me because I can’t get rid of anything. I go through the whole 'so-n-so gave me that so I can't throw it away' ordeal with some stuff and then there's the books.
I was trying to sort out which books I could bear to part with, which goes pretty well as long as I don’t open one. If I do, I end up gasping and saying things like “Augh! It’s the map drawn by her beloved mother of what she (the mom) imagined America would be like when they immigrated from Russia! This is a wonderful book! Must KEEP!” Which is why every move also means the disposal and reacquisition of a whole new set of bookshelves.
And then I find my ancient knotwork t-shirt that I can’t wear anymore and tell myself it’s finally time to throw it away, but I remember that I had wanted to save all my old black tees to make a sort of faded gray quilt once I got them all together and then I remember that I got a compliment on it from someone I thought was cool back when it was new, and then I remember that I was wearing it that time we decided to take a shortcut across the bay at lowtide and waded instead of drove. And then I HAVE to keep it.
And so on, and so on. Sigh. Makes me tired it does.
I was trying to sort out which books I could bear to part with, which goes pretty well as long as I don’t open one. If I do, I end up gasping and saying things like “Augh! It’s the map drawn by her beloved mother of what she (the mom) imagined America would be like when they immigrated from Russia! This is a wonderful book! Must KEEP!” Which is why every move also means the disposal and reacquisition of a whole new set of bookshelves.
And then I find my ancient knotwork t-shirt that I can’t wear anymore and tell myself it’s finally time to throw it away, but I remember that I had wanted to save all my old black tees to make a sort of faded gray quilt once I got them all together and then I remember that I got a compliment on it from someone I thought was cool back when it was new, and then I remember that I was wearing it that time we decided to take a shortcut across the bay at lowtide and waded instead of drove. And then I HAVE to keep it.
And so on, and so on. Sigh. Makes me tired it does.