Packing
Packing is no fun at all.
Sentimentality is the blood of the storage unit market. We are slaves to our memories. Slaves to the souls that we assign to our possessions. Truth be told I could survive without any of my many things. Twenty eight years of collecting and saving... things. Every item in my possession is a snapshot of a life that passed me by long ago. Every little trinket reminding me of how much I miss her.
There is no point in destroying it all if I'll be carrying all these feelings with me anyway. If I could toss it all away I would not be free of this longing, so I might as well just keep it all.
Well, I suppose I could get rid of some of the furniture.
Sentimentality is the blood of the storage unit market. We are slaves to our memories. Slaves to the souls that we assign to our possessions. Truth be told I could survive without any of my many things. Twenty eight years of collecting and saving... things. Every item in my possession is a snapshot of a life that passed me by long ago. Every little trinket reminding me of how much I miss her.
There is no point in destroying it all if I'll be carrying all these feelings with me anyway. If I could toss it all away I would not be free of this longing, so I might as well just keep it all.
Well, I suppose I could get rid of some of the furniture.