The past few days have been dominated by a combination of worrying about the conference and packing up my apartment. And somewhere in there, trying not to think about those things.
Or something like that.
Anyway, I realized today that I just own so much crap. That’s really what it boils down to.
I have nine boxes of books packed, most of which I have not read. That’s legit stuff, along with my clothes and toiletries.
But the rest? Mostly crap.
I have papers with notes scribbled on them, papers without notes scribbled on them, and envelopes I’m keeping for the return address. I have magazine and journals that are probably accessible online, and that I rarely, if ever, look in. I should do that. I have half-empty boxes of incense sticks and matches. I have half-empty containers of paper plates and cups. I have a broken lamp and a vacuum cleaner that hasn’t been used in over a year since I haven’t had carpeting. I have stuffed animals and pillows.
And so, so many Post-It notes. Different shapes, different sizes, different colors…I always seem to have them.
The rest? Probably just garbage.