Getting Organized
It is amazing the attachment that you can get from an inanimate object. Sometimes something as silly as a paper clip can take on a deep and emotional meaning based on how and where the paperclip was once used.
Such is the tale of moving. Going through scads of things collected over the years, some of which you feel you should be attached to but are not, some you feel you should not be attached to but are. Trying to determine what is important enough for you to keep with you given everything that you have gone thru and what you are hoping to go thru.
There are several large piles currently inhabiting my house. The pile of 'get rid of it' which sits by the door still for friends who want books, knick knacks, etc.
The pile of 'Do I REALLY want it' which is luckily getting smaller as frustration tends to lead one to tossing most of that pile into the 'get rid of it' pile.
There is also the 'I THINK I should keep this pile.' Things that are valuable... you think, but not really sure why you tend to think they are valuable. That is the tough pile... the stuff is too valuable to go directly into trash, and it is hard to simply give it away to anyone but a friend.
The pile I am currently dealing with is the, 'I should probably take this, shouldn't I?' Which consists of piles of old gaming books, that I have spent hours going over and enjoying, old comic books (ditto on the enjoyment), old card games (Jyhad, Rage, 7th Sea, etc.)... Stuff that I really have not even given a second look at during the last several years... but JUST IN CASE I NEEDED IT...
Luckily, or unluckily I have lots of trash which tends to make the piles smaller.
Don't even get me started on clothes. It is scary how someone can actually form an emotional attachment to a shirt. For example, I bought a shirt in Costa Rica when I was there on a school trip. Really cool as it was from a turtle conservation center (similar to what I did in Akumal)... However, sizes in Central America are different than in the U.S. Where I am normally a comfortable Large, this Large was a bit smaller than I would have liked. Still, if it wasn't for having lunch with a good friend who also was on the trip today, I probably would have still taken the shirt to Oregon even though I could never easily wear it.
Ah well, now it is a matter of putting my life away into boxes and getting them ready to move them to another region of the country. As thrilling as the fresh start is, it would be nice if it didn't involve so much work!
Drew
Such is the tale of moving. Going through scads of things collected over the years, some of which you feel you should be attached to but are not, some you feel you should not be attached to but are. Trying to determine what is important enough for you to keep with you given everything that you have gone thru and what you are hoping to go thru.
There are several large piles currently inhabiting my house. The pile of 'get rid of it' which sits by the door still for friends who want books, knick knacks, etc.
The pile of 'Do I REALLY want it' which is luckily getting smaller as frustration tends to lead one to tossing most of that pile into the 'get rid of it' pile.
There is also the 'I THINK I should keep this pile.' Things that are valuable... you think, but not really sure why you tend to think they are valuable. That is the tough pile... the stuff is too valuable to go directly into trash, and it is hard to simply give it away to anyone but a friend.
The pile I am currently dealing with is the, 'I should probably take this, shouldn't I?' Which consists of piles of old gaming books, that I have spent hours going over and enjoying, old comic books (ditto on the enjoyment), old card games (Jyhad, Rage, 7th Sea, etc.)... Stuff that I really have not even given a second look at during the last several years... but JUST IN CASE I NEEDED IT...
Luckily, or unluckily I have lots of trash which tends to make the piles smaller.
Don't even get me started on clothes. It is scary how someone can actually form an emotional attachment to a shirt. For example, I bought a shirt in Costa Rica when I was there on a school trip. Really cool as it was from a turtle conservation center (similar to what I did in Akumal)... However, sizes in Central America are different than in the U.S. Where I am normally a comfortable Large, this Large was a bit smaller than I would have liked. Still, if it wasn't for having lunch with a good friend who also was on the trip today, I probably would have still taken the shirt to Oregon even though I could never easily wear it.
Ah well, now it is a matter of putting my life away into boxes and getting them ready to move them to another region of the country. As thrilling as the fresh start is, it would be nice if it didn't involve so much work!
Drew