I have too much stuff. I thought to myself, “Moving will be so cleansing! What an excellent experience! I can’t wait to start getting rid of all the junk I’ve been accumulating for the past three-plus years I’ve been living here!” While all that’s good and true, packing the other 85% of my crap has been distinctively less rewarding. All my free time for the past two weeks has been taken up with driving all over LA picking up cardboard boxes from people on craigslist, packing, spackling, painting, and discovering more crap that needs packing. Yesterday we went through the kitchen (almost done!). Highlight: We got rid of 90% of the liquor cabinet, and discovered that I still had one bottle of that wine I love so much! A night of celebratory imbibing will certainly be in order once we settle in.
Today we’ll be dealing with Diminutive Roommate’s flatscreen tv. The plan is to wrap it in moving blankets, then not break it. The move has been exhausting but good. I got to see which art books I want to keep (almost all), and which I should really take a look at instead of piling crap in front of them (Van Dyck is the man, y’all). Diminutive Roommate’s cat (Calico) has found a new nook to tuck into every day, which is adorable, and I’m starting to get excited about the new place.
I could go for a solid four hour nap, but I have to get packing again… After I finish this episode of Kaze no Stigma.