Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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 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)