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Let the Moving My Crap saga begin:

Oh God, I've got to pack.

Well. The first stage of packing is figuring out what you're not going to take with you, which means my favorite activity: throwing things out. Of course, that leads to a less favorite activity: dragging the stuff to the dumpster. Oh well, can't make lemonade without lemons...

I am also going to have to get rid of some larger items, i.e., furniture. The new place is much smaller, and has much less wall space due to the large windows that I craved and as well the open-plan kitchen (I have a real breakfast bar, finally -- but I don't have a wall there). So I have to make some (not really) hard decisions and let go of some of the nice furniture pieces I'd picked up at the thrift store. Ideally I'd like to sell them, though if time goes on and I get no buyers I'll just call Goodwill or somebody.

I also need to go through my books. I just have too many -- yes, I know you can't have too many books, but I have to get rid of some of the ones I read once and know I won't read again. Also some textbooks I'd kept because the college bookstore wouldn't take them back and I thought I'd use them for reference but that hasn't happened. This will probably be one of the smaller discards, though.

I am of two minds whether to keep all my vinyl LPs. I do know of a store that will buy them off me, if at nothing better than 25 cents per record, but it's all the way over in Winter Garden.

Anyway, I am going to get rid of some garbage, and go through the house making lists.

One day this blog will return to the usual snark and so on instead of being a compendium of My Boring Life, I promise.

Comments (5)

Annalucia [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Ah, the Sisyphean task of purging the books. We've done this many times over the years, probably discarded as many as we still have in the house, and somehow the collection never gets any smaller (because of course we go out and buy new ones).

Getting rid of furniture, on the other hand, is a positive pleasure. And the breakfast bar and the big windows sound delightful. With big enough sills for the cats to sit on and survey the world below, I hope.

So would you call yourself a ``dromomaniac''?

I guess I'm making up for the ten years of living in a converted garage in Miami because I couldn't afford anything else.

You can make lemonade without lemons. All you need is lemonade flavored sweetener mix, which contains less actual lemon that some dishsoap.

prairiecat [TypeKey Profile Page]:

That's not lemonade, that's artificial-lemon-flavored drink. NOT the same!

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