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Feb. 7th, 2008 12:28 pmSo to recap. I moved.
Funny thing going through all of your possessions- at least the ones you in your dwelling. I know the mantra. "They're just things. Don't let your possessions posses you." Whatever.
As mentioned I failed to do the smart thing, and pack months ago. "I have months," I thought, and then I didn't. So I scrambled and packed and got things done. It might be telling as to the order in which things were moved.
1. Things I know I don't want to be without, and could stand being where I wasn't. The first run was swords, barware, and assorted media.
2. Things I *need* and things I wouldn't want to be without. Clothes etc.
3. Differentiated jumble, including but no limited to things of immense personal value that made me contemplate the passed three years in a way I don't want to talk about.
4. Furniture.
5. Furniture specifically designated as last, the Television and DVD Player. (Several runs and by this time it was raining like a mother.)
6. Stuff I had forgotten I owned but as luck would have it was of pretty much a repeat of #3 only slightly more so as to deepen my existential angst about the fact that no one was hear to help- I had lost Gweedo and Dad by now- to the point where I lay down in near total exhaustion thinking it would be somehow fitting if I died next to a box of old high school newspapers, and memorabilia from Sci-fi Cons of the mid 90s. Hey, I wouldn't have to move right?
7. The Radio- and more random crap.
Ironically, there was point- several points now that I think about it- where I pretty much said "fuck it" and then I found that one picture, trinket etc.
Shit. I forgot the chocolate hippos in the freezer. Sorry Janel.
I digress.
So kids, here's what I've learned. Take more pictures than you think you'll ever want. Label them. Start packing no less than a month before you have to move.
Funny thing going through all of your possessions- at least the ones you in your dwelling. I know the mantra. "They're just things. Don't let your possessions posses you." Whatever.
As mentioned I failed to do the smart thing, and pack months ago. "I have months," I thought, and then I didn't. So I scrambled and packed and got things done. It might be telling as to the order in which things were moved.
1. Things I know I don't want to be without, and could stand being where I wasn't. The first run was swords, barware, and assorted media.
2. Things I *need* and things I wouldn't want to be without. Clothes etc.
3. Differentiated jumble, including but no limited to things of immense personal value that made me contemplate the passed three years in a way I don't want to talk about.
4. Furniture.
5. Furniture specifically designated as last, the Television and DVD Player. (Several runs and by this time it was raining like a mother.)
6. Stuff I had forgotten I owned but as luck would have it was of pretty much a repeat of #3 only slightly more so as to deepen my existential angst about the fact that no one was hear to help- I had lost Gweedo and Dad by now- to the point where I lay down in near total exhaustion thinking it would be somehow fitting if I died next to a box of old high school newspapers, and memorabilia from Sci-fi Cons of the mid 90s. Hey, I wouldn't have to move right?
7. The Radio- and more random crap.
Ironically, there was point- several points now that I think about it- where I pretty much said "fuck it" and then I found that one picture, trinket etc.
Shit. I forgot the chocolate hippos in the freezer. Sorry Janel.
I digress.
So kids, here's what I've learned. Take more pictures than you think you'll ever want. Label them. Start packing no less than a month before you have to move.
