Find Me
Anal Organization
Oldies But Goodies
More Stuff
Nonsense Notes
Whiskey Notes and Parachuting Fish
the ups-and-downs and sides-to-sides of the little things that make up life
I finally started packing this weekend. I hate packing. I hate unpacking even more.
Surprisingly, packing provides several interesting lessons:
1. Realizing how many boxes your life fits into is quite the lesson in humility. Moreover, the fact that your whole life can fit into x amount of boxes, well that’s sobering too.
2. Packing forces you to truly see and understand what parts of the past you either (a) haven’t let go of or (b) are unwilling to let go of. As I discover items hidden away in the backs of closets, there are a few that should really be thrown out, but are being packed nonetheless. What purpose will they serve in the new place? The same they did here – tucked away in a dark corner, bringing odd senses of comfort just knowing their whereabouts. These items ensure memories of the past that I fear forgetting, yet desperately want to let go of.
3. I’m still not sure about this moving thing. Vegas was never supposed to be permanent. In fact, it’s not even in the latest and greatest Five Year Plan. So why the hell did I just sign a one year lease to a place twice as big as my current condo?!
Leave a Reply