In preparation for my upcoming move to Las Cruces I have been going through my bookshelves, closet, drawers under my bed (yes, I have drawers, my water bed is awesome). The thing that amazed me the most was the amount of crap I have kept. There is more stuff in this room than I’ll ever know what to do with, most of it I don’t even use anymore … some of it I thought had been lost or I didn’t even know I had it. I guess moving is a good thing for me; helps keep me from being too much of a pack rat. Keeping things that I might need one day, could use sometime for something or maybe my kids will want is almost an art I’ve come to perfect. Hopefully this move will clean out everything I don’t want / need / use and I’ll be able to get myself down from 12395208 boxes to a more realistic 10 to 15.
The thing I still have the most of is odd toys and things I found as a kid. As to why there was a rock on one of my bookcases … nobody will ever know lol. However, the metric tonne of old broken or useless computer parts has been filed away into the giant green trashcan in the garage. Really I don’t think I’ll be using a broken AT keyboard anytime soon.
Probably the hardest thing I’ve ever seen to pack isn’t fine china, glass mirrors, computer parts, or that $35,000 diamond encrusted whatever it was you got from some ancestor who’s name you only remember when your parents tell you. It actually is plastic models; you know how hard it is to put those into a box in a fashion that won’t cause them to be a failed Mythbusters experiment on the other end? Tediously wrap each one in cheap toilet paper until it resembles some kind of ball or squished ball; good thing tissue paper thin toilet paper is cheap and can be bought in bulk. =D Hopefully I’ve wrapped these well enough that they’ll be as close to one piece as possible when I arrive; though, if a moving company was shipping them instead of me there would be more toilet paper, some bubble pack and enough styrofoam peanuts to cushion the International Space Station.
Even though the earliest there would realistically be a place to put me in Las Cruces would be the first week of April; I have decided to start packing some things now. If I don’t it will be a day or two before I have to leave to get out there and it will be like a scene from a cartoon. You know the one, when Wile E. Coyote runs off the cliff, then realizes what he’s done and tries to run his way back before falling into a puff of dust? That would be me walking into my room and going “of fuck, I forgot to pack”. Not that I’m sure how I could forget to do something that big … anything is possible.
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