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Art room closet - 100% packed.
Things I learned/thought about while doing the packing:
1 - Obviously, I never FULLY unpack when I move, as there are still a few boxes that have random stuff in them from two moves ago. This of course lead to a lot of musing over whether to bother unpacking and sifting. I declined to do so. This cut down on a lot of time, but means that I'll HAVE to do it when I get settled. But then, it'll be my place, so that's okay - things can go wherever I please.
2 - I thought I'd gone through all the clothes that I put away to wear someday... but I found two more boxes. I used to have IMPECCABLE taste in clothing. What happened?
3 - Among a few of the more precious items I found were these: the first ring I ever gave to Scott, with the symbols for om-ma-ni-pad-me-um inscribed upon it - the story goes that I gave it to him through the mail for his birthday, then traded it out a few years later for one that I made - he wore that one for a few more years, then in april I found it broken on the floor, the day before we broke up - now they're both mine again / pictures and love letters / an envelope that he addressed to me on my birthday which says "future memories" and a set of tiny notes / all the many keepsakes I've collected and filed away and have been dreading the re-discovery of - all of them, there, staring back at me.
4 - I'm going to need a hell of a lot more shelf space and a new filing cabinet - I am SERIOUSLY disorganized and WAY too much of a pack-rat. I have a hard time letting go. I suppose that much is obvious.
So what's left?
The rest of my closet, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and basically just random other things from around the house. I'll probably do some more of the clothing/random stuff this weekend, but the kitchen and bathroom stuff will have to wait until the last weekend, after I get back from Alaska.
Speaking of which, I need to do a little pre-packing for that, just to get it out of the way.
Now I feel grubby and sore, and mentally tired, and full of self-pity. While I'm still feeling incredibly grateful that the apartment went through, and that is a HUGE weight off my shoulders, I'm in a bit of a funk right now, lonely I guess. I want to get out of the house, but I don't want that to involve going out into public.
Actually, now is a good time to work on the playlist I suppose.
Why didn't I think of that?
Things I learned/thought about while doing the packing:
1 - Obviously, I never FULLY unpack when I move, as there are still a few boxes that have random stuff in them from two moves ago. This of course lead to a lot of musing over whether to bother unpacking and sifting. I declined to do so. This cut down on a lot of time, but means that I'll HAVE to do it when I get settled. But then, it'll be my place, so that's okay - things can go wherever I please.
2 - I thought I'd gone through all the clothes that I put away to wear someday... but I found two more boxes. I used to have IMPECCABLE taste in clothing. What happened?
3 - Among a few of the more precious items I found were these: the first ring I ever gave to Scott, with the symbols for om-ma-ni-pad-me-um inscribed upon it - the story goes that I gave it to him through the mail for his birthday, then traded it out a few years later for one that I made - he wore that one for a few more years, then in april I found it broken on the floor, the day before we broke up - now they're both mine again / pictures and love letters / an envelope that he addressed to me on my birthday which says "future memories" and a set of tiny notes / all the many keepsakes I've collected and filed away and have been dreading the re-discovery of - all of them, there, staring back at me.
4 - I'm going to need a hell of a lot more shelf space and a new filing cabinet - I am SERIOUSLY disorganized and WAY too much of a pack-rat. I have a hard time letting go. I suppose that much is obvious.
So what's left?
The rest of my closet, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and basically just random other things from around the house. I'll probably do some more of the clothing/random stuff this weekend, but the kitchen and bathroom stuff will have to wait until the last weekend, after I get back from Alaska.
Speaking of which, I need to do a little pre-packing for that, just to get it out of the way.
Now I feel grubby and sore, and mentally tired, and full of self-pity. While I'm still feeling incredibly grateful that the apartment went through, and that is a HUGE weight off my shoulders, I'm in a bit of a funk right now, lonely I guess. I want to get out of the house, but I don't want that to involve going out into public.
Actually, now is a good time to work on the playlist I suppose.
Why didn't I think of that?