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Argh. Now that it's Monday, Saturday seems very, very close.
I have this feeling that I'm going to forget to do something very important.
So I'm throwing out all the things I don't really need as I pack. I tend to hold onto a lot of junk, so I have a significant amount of stuff to throw out, even though I've been trying to get rid of junk for a while now. Yet, somehow, even though it's been nearly seven months, I still cannot bring myself to throw out Finn's medications. I've lost track of how many times I've pulled a bottle out of the medicine cabinet or fridge, only to stare at it for a moment, then put it right back where I found it. I know I'll have to throw it all out before I leave, but I keep putting it off.
On a related note, I've never liked the idea of spreading ashes. It feels terribly wrong to me, like throwing someone away. It just doesn't sit well with me. This means I'm actually going to have to pack Finn. Pack him. Like a thing. It makes me feel a little nauseous.
Poor Javert. He's going to hate the move. In the meantime, though, he seems absolutely delighted to stick his little kitty nose into every half-packed box or bag of rubbish.
I'm still feeling very overwhelmed by the prospect of packing all my things. The longer I work, the more I realize how much I own.
I have this feeling that I'm going to forget to do something very important.
So I'm throwing out all the things I don't really need as I pack. I tend to hold onto a lot of junk, so I have a significant amount of stuff to throw out, even though I've been trying to get rid of junk for a while now. Yet, somehow, even though it's been nearly seven months, I still cannot bring myself to throw out Finn's medications. I've lost track of how many times I've pulled a bottle out of the medicine cabinet or fridge, only to stare at it for a moment, then put it right back where I found it. I know I'll have to throw it all out before I leave, but I keep putting it off.
On a related note, I've never liked the idea of spreading ashes. It feels terribly wrong to me, like throwing someone away. It just doesn't sit well with me. This means I'm actually going to have to pack Finn. Pack him. Like a thing. It makes me feel a little nauseous.
Poor Javert. He's going to hate the move. In the meantime, though, he seems absolutely delighted to stick his little kitty nose into every half-packed box or bag of rubbish.
I'm still feeling very overwhelmed by the prospect of packing all my things. The longer I work, the more I realize how much I own.