Number of naps so far today: 0
Lbs. lost: 5
Books read over vacation: 9
Books left to read: all of them
Number of times seen Twilight: 4
I can't believe I've lost 5 lbs. I guess that's what happens when you eat two really small meals a day, drink tons of green tea and spend all day packing. I should patent that diet. To celebrate I am eating handfuls of these cookies I got from Trader Joes. Mmm... wonderful.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Packing Sucks
I haven't moved in a long time, so the whole packing process isn't fresh in my mind, but today I finally broke down and started packing up my stuff. It sucks. I'm not just moving away, I'm moving out. That means all of my crap either goes with me, or into a storage unit. So as I pack I have to think. Do I think I'll need/want this in the next 2 years? If yes, then it goes into my Chico pile. If no, it goes into a box that probably won't see the light of day for atleast two years, or until I get a big enough place to really settle down.
But the whole process is sad too. What do you take with you? What do you leave behind? Why is one picture more important than the rest? How can I even decide what books to take when I love them all for different reasons? Why does one book resonate more than the others? I've never put much thought into the whole 'if there was a fire what would you save' question, but today I couldn't stop thinking about it.
My room looks so empty now too. I usually have tons of stuff on the walls, but now that most of it is down it looks barren. When I'm finished packing it'll just be another empty room that someone else will move into. It doesn't matter that I've lived here for eight years, because I've left no major imprint. The people who move in after won't care that I lived here, that I spent many nights reading until the sun came up, that I spent my teenage years there. It'll just be a room. It kinda makes me think about human life. The world keeps going no matter what we do and all that stuff.
And I have no organized packing system either. Which I don't care about now, but I will be cursing myself in a couple of years when I try to find something. In your face future self.
But the whole process is sad too. What do you take with you? What do you leave behind? Why is one picture more important than the rest? How can I even decide what books to take when I love them all for different reasons? Why does one book resonate more than the others? I've never put much thought into the whole 'if there was a fire what would you save' question, but today I couldn't stop thinking about it.
My room looks so empty now too. I usually have tons of stuff on the walls, but now that most of it is down it looks barren. When I'm finished packing it'll just be another empty room that someone else will move into. It doesn't matter that I've lived here for eight years, because I've left no major imprint. The people who move in after won't care that I lived here, that I spent many nights reading until the sun came up, that I spent my teenage years there. It'll just be a room. It kinda makes me think about human life. The world keeps going no matter what we do and all that stuff.
And I have no organized packing system either. Which I don't care about now, but I will be cursing myself in a couple of years when I try to find something. In your face future self.
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