Ghandi is dandy, but liquor is quicker!
I filled and taped 16 boxes last night in total, thanks to some help from miket61. I still have 9 empty boxes sitting around, though I'll probably need to buy more to get all my crap packed before the movers come on the the 3rd.
I'm not really big on collecting stuff, and in truth, I really don't even have that much of it, considering I could squeeze everything I own into a sub-800 square-foot apartment. And I do plan to pare down somewhat with this move--a significantly smaller IKEA desk for my bedroom is definitely at the top of the agenda, and I've got some Rollerblades I never use and some old clothes I never wear both going to Goodwill this weekend. I'm also hoping to be able to buy a new laptop sometime in the next few months, and when I do, I intend to trash my old desktop entirely and just use the single machine.
But there's plenty I could get rid of this time around that I'm keeping only because the new house will have plenty of space, and I don't feel like throwing it away this time around. There's a stack of old chemistry text books from my undergraduate degree that I'll never use again, and a collection of old Road & Track, Automobile and Car & Driver magazines that I really could do without. Those alone fill an entire 7' tall, 3' wide bookcase.
When I do move the time after this, the three-person leather sofa that Mephisto has shredded in the back will go, to be replaced by something with two seats, a fold-out bed and cloth covering. Somehow, despite the fact that I watch almost no TV, I've actually accumulated two of them. The one currently in my bedroom isn't even plugged in, after a lackluster attempt at splitting the cable outlet currently in use for the Internet failed. We're going to have satellite in the new place, and one of the two Joshes I'll be living with has already arranged for each TV to be hooked up to the dish. If it weren't for that, though, I'd get rid of the thing altogether. Eventually, I'd like to move down to just one flat panel HD TV, preferably in the 30" range, since I really don't feel the need to see the pores on Jon Stewart's skin when I watch "The Daily Show."
There's plenty more I could do without, too. If I were to move a place where the average apartment was sized like an Atlanta closet, I know I could easily rid myself of other things to squeeze in a fit. Even considering that, for someone who lived for years comfortably in a 400 square-foot, one-room apartment, it seems like I just have a lot of stuff. Maybe it's just that I have an overly ascetic aesthetic, but the I find myself sometimes feeling suffocated under the weight of it all.
So far this morning, my conversations at work have consisted of a pair of mutually dismissive "hellos," some grumbling around the printer about which sheets belonged to whom, and a phone call from a vendor. I think the library my sister works in has probably a higher volume of background noise than my office, and that says a lot about the somnolent and depressing atmosphere in which I toil. Therefore, it was quite a nice surprise--even if I was a little embarassed--to receive a cookie bouquet from ssullivan. It didn't explode on contact, though, and since that might have given me an excuse to go home early today, I can't determine if that's a good thing or a bad one.
I'm not really big on collecting stuff, and in truth, I really don't even have that much of it, considering I could squeeze everything I own into a sub-800 square-foot apartment. And I do plan to pare down somewhat with this move--a significantly smaller IKEA desk for my bedroom is definitely at the top of the agenda, and I've got some Rollerblades I never use and some old clothes I never wear both going to Goodwill this weekend. I'm also hoping to be able to buy a new laptop sometime in the next few months, and when I do, I intend to trash my old desktop entirely and just use the single machine.
But there's plenty I could get rid of this time around that I'm keeping only because the new house will have plenty of space, and I don't feel like throwing it away this time around. There's a stack of old chemistry text books from my undergraduate degree that I'll never use again, and a collection of old Road & Track, Automobile and Car & Driver magazines that I really could do without. Those alone fill an entire 7' tall, 3' wide bookcase.
When I do move the time after this, the three-person leather sofa that Mephisto has shredded in the back will go, to be replaced by something with two seats, a fold-out bed and cloth covering. Somehow, despite the fact that I watch almost no TV, I've actually accumulated two of them. The one currently in my bedroom isn't even plugged in, after a lackluster attempt at splitting the cable outlet currently in use for the Internet failed. We're going to have satellite in the new place, and one of the two Joshes I'll be living with has already arranged for each TV to be hooked up to the dish. If it weren't for that, though, I'd get rid of the thing altogether. Eventually, I'd like to move down to just one flat panel HD TV, preferably in the 30" range, since I really don't feel the need to see the pores on Jon Stewart's skin when I watch "The Daily Show."
There's plenty more I could do without, too. If I were to move a place where the average apartment was sized like an Atlanta closet, I know I could easily rid myself of other things to squeeze in a fit. Even considering that, for someone who lived for years comfortably in a 400 square-foot, one-room apartment, it seems like I just have a lot of stuff. Maybe it's just that I have an overly ascetic aesthetic, but the I find myself sometimes feeling suffocated under the weight of it all.
So far this morning, my conversations at work have consisted of a pair of mutually dismissive "hellos," some grumbling around the printer about which sheets belonged to whom, and a phone call from a vendor. I think the library my sister works in has probably a higher volume of background noise than my office, and that says a lot about the somnolent and depressing atmosphere in which I toil. Therefore, it was quite a nice surprise--even if I was a little embarassed--to receive a cookie bouquet from ssullivan. It didn't explode on contact, though, and since that might have given me an excuse to go home early today, I can't determine if that's a good thing or a bad one.