The question I’ve heard the most this past week has been: “Have you started packing yet?” And it isn’t an annoying question at all!!! Especially when it is repeated through-out the day...everyday. If I had known that it wasn’t going to be my ability to balance a spoon on my nose, or my awesome dungeon master skillz that would leave such a huge impression on people, but that I would only be judged very strictly on my being able to pack up an apartment in a matter of minutes I would’ve spent a lot more time practicing that high school.
So let me answer the question... Have I started packing yet? No... Not really. I’ve done like two boxes max and I have barely scratched the surface.
It is unreal the amount of junk I’ve managed to accrue in the past 4 years. It's like somewhere deep inside of me there was this person who thought... I’m going to have an opportunity to fill a bunch of boxes, and I don’t want to miss that! So I bought and continued to buy things, or take gifts from people in the form of things I didn’t really need but it was soo thoughtful of them to give it to me!
And now, I’m stuck with the aftermath of all those poor buying decisions and wonderful overtures of friendship. Between the mounds of clothing that I need to wash and box, the stack of bills that I just never could bring myself to destroy, and of course the kitchenware, I’ve got my work cut out for me this week.
Needless to say (but I'll say it anyways), once I blow torch a couple things, and try to pass some stuff off as antique to the pawn shop, I’ll work on getting a post out this week. Just have faith that it is coming, much like Jesus... or the pizza delivery guy (even though he is like 5 minutes late which will be reflected in his tip).
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