The problem with moving is that every time I do it, there are more things to pack than the time before. I cry foul.
(To be fair, my mother claims that I don’t actually need to have every bank statement, starting in high school, neatly filed. I like having it. Possessions I can take or leave; data is forever.)
Anyway, I am going to pack the whole stack of books that has eaten my bed, and then I am going to go to sleep. So there.
I feel obliged to mention, however, that today in my bookshelf, I found a Directory of MHC Student Organizations, 2003-2004. I will never know why (a) this was actually shelved on its own, separate from my student government stuff and (b) I didn’t notice this on my last move.
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Readers, I apologize for the unexciting entry. I have while procrastinating from packing been reading a lot of arguments about racism and antisemitism on the internet; after some fascinating yet frustrating debates about homosexuality on a couple of listserves I hold near and dear, I have an extended post (or series of posts) about rhetoric in internet arguments in progress. Trust me, it will be worth it.
Happy Moving! Gah, I’m going to be doing this myself in two weeks.
(I only just noticed your twitter and the “arriving early/before attendants” bit! XD)
I love the things you find when moving. After bopping about so much recently I came up with a litmus test of what gets kept or tossed. If I am ever going to look at the object again (except the next time I move) it gets tossed.
Glad the move went well. You missed a thrilling time at Great America, but since Roberto and I have season passes, you will for sure be invited again :-)
My favorite thing about moving is finding those weird things and purging them from my life. It’s such a good feeling to be rid of such things.
I took ::sixteen:: bags to the goodwill on Saturday! (I am using goodwill here as a generic term that actually means Out Of the Closet, a set of thrift stores that benefit HIV research. See what brand dilution does, children? It robs you of clothing donations.)
That being said, I either accidentally freebinned or lost the majority of my dvd collection when I moved to California, so I’m a little bit more cautious about what I decide to get rid of now.
IIIIIIIIIIIII JUST MOVED. And it sucked. And I get to do it AGAIN in October. Ngggh.
Godspeed, meaplet. Godspeed.
I strongly endorse the cube-moving method. *nods*