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

[(Anonymous)]

i've missed you, muffin!

i also hate getting rid of things. alex and i moved this summer, and while i was packing i got rid of a lot of stuff. and when i get back to montreal, i have to get rid of MORE stuff, because i own too much crap. at the moment i'm militant about not buying things because the giving-away-later stage is brutal.

you definitely have it worse, though, dearest. *hugs you*

xxx
kit-kat

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

So. Much. Stuff. One of the reasons why I want a house of my own is so that my stuff stays mine and within easy reach, not spread in *counts* 4 houses and 3 countries.

PS: Missed you too, muffin :)