T minus 3 days . . .
And still counting.
I'm finding stuff that I thought I got rid of. That's bizarre. I regularly cull my stuff because I live (now) in a 600 square foot apartment. There isn't room for a lot of stuff. So I get rid of stuff when I no longer need it. But apparently, there are times when I only think I get rid of stuff. It's still there, hiding in the back of the closet, or in the space between the dresser and the wall, or in the far corner underneath the sink.
I guess my imagination isn't very effective at getting rid of stuff. And, in keeping with my Laws of Moving, no matter how much stuff you give away / throw out / destroy, it does not decrease the amount of your stuff. Examples:
I have 24 boxes of books. My friend Mike might say that this is a slight improvement, since when I moved in, I had 27 boxes of books. Several of the boxes are bigger, however. In my defense, 14 of those book-boxes hold work-related books. Yes, I know that I use some of those work-related books, like my Chaucer texts, for fun stuff, too, but I do actually need them for work. I have only 24 boxes of books because I keep getting rid of my mystery books, and because I have been getting in the habit of borrowing from the library instead of buying more books. Still, despite my borrowing habits and my charitable impulses, I think I have the same amount of books.
I have 2 dressers, 1 wardrobe box, and part of Jim's wardrobe box full of clothes. These are just the mundane clothes; I have a cube-trunk and a suitcase full of SCA clothes, but as they are very use-specific, they don't count. Now, as I pointed out to Mike when he helped me move into this place, a woman must have at least 3 suits to a man's one. (A man can wear the same navy blue pinstriped suit to a wedding, a funeral, church / synagogue, and a job interview, but the woman can only wear her navy-blue pinstriped suit to the interview and maybe the funeral; she needs different outfits for church and weddings.) And, of course, I've needed totally different clothes for summer and winter, since New England can range from 10 in January to 100 in July. Be that as it may, I've given away a lot of clothes lately because I shrank. But I still have 2 dressers, 1 wardrobe box, and part of Jim's wardrobe box full of clothes.
I don't get it.
On a lighter note, Ben the cat (Mr. Ben Boots, Gent.) is getting into the moving process. Piles of boxes make excellent kitty play-scapes. And obviously empty boxes exist only for him to leap into and out of. (Is he trying to remind us to pack him?) Chasing styrofoam peanuts is also fun, but not as entertaining as chasing the ring from the top of the milk bottle.
I'm finding stuff that I thought I got rid of. That's bizarre. I regularly cull my stuff because I live (now) in a 600 square foot apartment. There isn't room for a lot of stuff. So I get rid of stuff when I no longer need it. But apparently, there are times when I only think I get rid of stuff. It's still there, hiding in the back of the closet, or in the space between the dresser and the wall, or in the far corner underneath the sink.
I guess my imagination isn't very effective at getting rid of stuff. And, in keeping with my Laws of Moving, no matter how much stuff you give away / throw out / destroy, it does not decrease the amount of your stuff. Examples:
I have 24 boxes of books. My friend Mike might say that this is a slight improvement, since when I moved in, I had 27 boxes of books. Several of the boxes are bigger, however. In my defense, 14 of those book-boxes hold work-related books. Yes, I know that I use some of those work-related books, like my Chaucer texts, for fun stuff, too, but I do actually need them for work. I have only 24 boxes of books because I keep getting rid of my mystery books, and because I have been getting in the habit of borrowing from the library instead of buying more books. Still, despite my borrowing habits and my charitable impulses, I think I have the same amount of books.
I have 2 dressers, 1 wardrobe box, and part of Jim's wardrobe box full of clothes. These are just the mundane clothes; I have a cube-trunk and a suitcase full of SCA clothes, but as they are very use-specific, they don't count. Now, as I pointed out to Mike when he helped me move into this place, a woman must have at least 3 suits to a man's one. (A man can wear the same navy blue pinstriped suit to a wedding, a funeral, church / synagogue, and a job interview, but the woman can only wear her navy-blue pinstriped suit to the interview and maybe the funeral; she needs different outfits for church and weddings.) And, of course, I've needed totally different clothes for summer and winter, since New England can range from 10 in January to 100 in July. Be that as it may, I've given away a lot of clothes lately because I shrank. But I still have 2 dressers, 1 wardrobe box, and part of Jim's wardrobe box full of clothes.
I don't get it.
On a lighter note, Ben the cat (Mr. Ben Boots, Gent.) is getting into the moving process. Piles of boxes make excellent kitty play-scapes. And obviously empty boxes exist only for him to leap into and out of. (Is he trying to remind us to pack him?) Chasing styrofoam peanuts is also fun, but not as entertaining as chasing the ring from the top of the milk bottle.