Oh gosh golly...
I am cleaning out my room.
This evening I pulled out all the boxes and piles of papers from all the cupboards and drawers and started sorting through them, filing what I need and shedding all the crap like the skin of a snake, or the fat of a contestant on The Biggest Loser. I have to do this because my family are moving house, and the removalists are coming to take our stuff on the 27th. Of DECEMBER.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
So in the midst of throwing out the junk that doesn't need to go with me to Hurstville (and beyond) I find treasures that I cannot part with. Some things are priceless, like the Game Boy Colour and accompanying Pokémon games I found in a box, which will no doubt prove a wonderful distraction to packing when I find some new AA batteries.
Others are of questionable value, like the stacks of film and fashion magazines that I bought in the first year out of high school. I think of the potential for cutting out pretty pictures and doing wonderful things with them. But I haven't done that in the past three years, so would I start now? Any knowledge they impart will be dated, and could be sourced on the Internets. But still! It will require deliberation. Until a decision is reached they sit on my floor, dusty and crumpled. Although I found the copy I saved of SX Magazine with David on the cover, that's one to show the grandchildren.
Other things are just absolute trash, but which I have held onto for sheer sentimentality. Sitting on my desk for the past five months are an empty Blistex tube that I got in Berlin, and an empty tissue packet from Carrefour. I think I will keep them until David gets home.
Speaking of which, OMG! David will be home in three days, nine hours, 48 minutes and 16 seconds. It feels strange that the one thing I have spent a year looking forward to, waiting for, distracting myself until... is finally going to happen this week. It's going to be so weird! And good. And relieving. And too many other feelings to articulate at this stage.
In the meantime, I've gotta find me some AA batteries.
This evening I pulled out all the boxes and piles of papers from all the cupboards and drawers and started sorting through them, filing what I need and shedding all the crap like the skin of a snake, or the fat of a contestant on The Biggest Loser. I have to do this because my family are moving house, and the removalists are coming to take our stuff on the 27th. Of DECEMBER.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
So in the midst of throwing out the junk that doesn't need to go with me to Hurstville (and beyond) I find treasures that I cannot part with. Some things are priceless, like the Game Boy Colour and accompanying Pokémon games I found in a box, which will no doubt prove a wonderful distraction to packing when I find some new AA batteries.
Others are of questionable value, like the stacks of film and fashion magazines that I bought in the first year out of high school. I think of the potential for cutting out pretty pictures and doing wonderful things with them. But I haven't done that in the past three years, so would I start now? Any knowledge they impart will be dated, and could be sourced on the Internets. But still! It will require deliberation. Until a decision is reached they sit on my floor, dusty and crumpled. Although I found the copy I saved of SX Magazine with David on the cover, that's one to show the grandchildren.
Other things are just absolute trash, but which I have held onto for sheer sentimentality. Sitting on my desk for the past five months are an empty Blistex tube that I got in Berlin, and an empty tissue packet from Carrefour. I think I will keep them until David gets home.
Speaking of which, OMG! David will be home in three days, nine hours, 48 minutes and 16 seconds. It feels strange that the one thing I have spent a year looking forward to, waiting for, distracting myself until... is finally going to happen this week. It's going to be so weird! And good. And relieving. And too many other feelings to articulate at this stage.
In the meantime, I've gotta find me some AA batteries.