Um, I do not know what you mean. Just because I had to pause and think about what my address is when typing it into my browser.... That proves nothing.
Today I would like to talk about junk. As in, all the junk I own. That I have to pack. Because I am moving. And that depresses me. Not the moving part. That should be fun and exciting. After I find the apartment, that is.
But the PACKING. Where did I get all this stuff??? And seriously, I did some purging last year when I was unemployed and all restless.
The last time I moved, one of my friends remarked to me that I would have to get rid of some books because I was out of room on my bookshelf. *GASP* I am still friends with her, but it's been rocky, to say the least. I question her values, really. So skimming down on the books is out.
I've thought about getting rid of all the shirts that I don't quite fit right now. But then what will I wear next month when I have lost 10 months from the stress and physical exertion of moving? Really, one must be practical.
Shoes. I could get rid of some shoes. I have a few pairs I don't ever wear. That should free up... an eighth of a box.
Pottery. I could get rid of some. But I made it! And I don't want to throw it away. So pottery for one and all for Christmas, I say!
Old nail polish and assorted old stuff under the sink in the bathroom. Okay. Now we are getting somewhere. There goes 1/16th of a box from the bathroom.
Broken stuff. That should knock down at least one medium size box. Shut up. I was going to fix it all.
Old magazines. One small box. Because I was going to read them again. Some day.
What else? How do I make it all go away so I don't have to pack it? And don't say the gnomes. 'Cause they are totally going with.
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Do you need my help? :)
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