Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Downsizing, again.

The real things I love are things that I can't pack.

My kitten.
My job and co-workers.
My ex.  (Yeah, I said it.  I think I'm coming to terms with the fact it's okay to love him.  I also have to say--I really understand the Jack White/Meg White issue.)
My mom.
My big, fluffy cloud blanket.  (Yeah, I'm a 26 year old with a children's blanket.  If you felt it, you would understand.)

The things I can pack all become a bit insignificant, too.  All I really need are clothes, my computer, camera, Kindle, makeup/hair supplies and a notebook.

I can get my record player and records shipped over later.  There are some books that I think I want to bring, but when it comes down to it, do I really need them?  Once I've used them and depleted them of the notes and research that I need?  They are in a box to be shipped if I really want them.

Downsizing this time is a huge project, because I don't even know if I'll return for this stuff.  I might not.  Who knows?

Jay thinks I'm crazy for starting to pack/downsize so early.  But I want to make sure--entirely sure--that I leave no stone unturned.  I want everything that means anything to me by my side.

(image from apartmenttherapy.com)

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