Any of several bushy-tailed rodents of the genus Neotoma*

[bending_sickle]

Oy vey, I'm totally beat. I've just spent 4-5 hours in the basement rummaging through boxes of my possessions, trying to decide what I can take with me and what I can continue living without. Put like that it doesn't sound too taxing, but by gum, it really was. Not just physically - because a cramped, dusty, humid place on a hot day is fabulous - but emotionally as well. All my things! All my dear, dear things I can't have and don't know when next I'll see them.

Bear in mind that I'm a pack-rat and, more importantly, that I've lived in too many places to have constants beyond my things. We don't have a family house, we have things we don't throw away. (Until we're forced to, and then there is woe and mourning for ever and ever.)

Am so tired.


* Packrat definition

Comments

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

oh, honey...right there with you. *pats you* speaking as a fellow peripatetic packrat myself, there's almost nothing more traumatizing than weeding out your possessions. i've been doing this with my books and dvds for months (and will likely continue to do so ad infinitum, as my current rule is to try and trade old books/cds in for new ones instead of buying them new), and am soon going to have to tackle my clothes and photo albums. *whimper*

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

nothing more traumatizing than weeding out your possessions

Hear hear. *snuggles* Good luck with that. Just the thought of letting go of books makes me cringe.