Moving sucks.
Especially when you have lots of stuff.
I have lots of stuff.
Lots.
It's my fault that I can't even fit myself into my new apartment. The first box I opened contained other boxes. Empty ones. Yes, the box my blender came in is pretty and all, but why did I think I would need it one day? And these four inoperable cell phones-- what are they doing here alongside two full boxes of scraps from old suits? I must finally admit to myself that, no matter how much spare time I have, I will never create a full line of funky dresses made from old men's suits (suits that are old, not suits of old men, although they could be from old men since I got them at thrift stores and one never really knows the origin of items found there, which I guess is sort of a blessing because what if they come from some gross house littered with cats and old half-chewed browned apples?)
I admit it. I am a saver of unnecessary things. And I paid $150/month for the past year to make sure these things were safe.
Oh well. At least it's a reminder of how much I've learned to let go in the past year. Bye bye things. Bye bye school projects and expired beauty masks and broken appliances that I will never ever get fixed. Go party with my pager and Michael Jordan fruit snacks in the land of the landfill.
Here's to turning lots into little in 2010. I might toast to it if I could only find some glasses.
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