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
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
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Date: 2008-08-04 08:50 pm (UTC)Happily, I'm not actually throwing away stuff (for once). I'm just deciding between what stays in my uncles' basement and what gets stuffed in the suitcase to join me in the Netherlands. So, no chucking, just "Gods know when I'll see this again".
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Date: 2008-08-04 09:16 pm (UTC)Yay! for not having to throw stuff away :D Packing it up sucks, but at least if you need it you can still get at it :D