Brick by brick.
Tiny little lego piece eight thousand three hundred and sixty seven, tiny little lego piece eight thousand three hundred and sixty eight, tiny little lego piece...
I spent the weekend counting legos. I've been carting a box full of old lego sets around for a dozen years, and have been meaning to put them on ebay for at least half that time. It's amazing how you can always find something else that needs doing when you're faced with sorting through thousands of little bits of plastic. Ironic, that, since I bought the legos when I was in grad school; it's amazing how pleasant sorting through thousands of little bits of plastic seems when your thesis needs writing.
But now the task is done, the auctions are over, and I have a few more dollars to tuck away in my trip fund. And if I never see another lego in my lifetime, that will be quite soon enough.
This is all part of the Great Get Riddening, phase one of Reboot! That's what I'm calling it--Reboot!--with exclamation point, naturally. I'm giving away, selling, or tossing nearly everything I own, with the exception of a very few prized possessions. All I need is my Elvis Lamp. All I need is my Elvis Lamp and my statue of a cat dressed like Pancho Villa. All I need is my Elvis Lamp, my statue of a cat dressed like Pancho Villa, and my thermos.
I started with what I thought would be the hardest part: the books. Might as well rip the bandage off, right? I pared down to... you won't believe it. ONE. One bookshelf. Well, okay, one bookshelf, plus the small bookshelf, but that's just Rowling and Gaiman and Pratchett and such, obviously I coudn't get rid of those. And that little shelf of cookbooks, but those are kitchen implements and can't be counted against me. And I'm pretty sure I can jam the three books I bought this week onto the One Shelf, so no harm done there.
Oddly enough, it was the dvds that were really hard to let go. This is what happens when you dabble in media fandoms. I put season one of Angel into the box, and took it back out of the box. Into the box. Out of the box. In. Out. In. What if I need to watch that one where he can go into the sun again? Out of the box. Seasons One of Angel, Supernatural, and Stargate Atlantis, the Buffy box set, and some random season of the muppet show: my desert island discs, apparently. I did manage to let go of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but only after my mom said she'd give me her extra copy once I get settled. Aw, mom. You're the best.