Spring Cleaning, or Winter Cleaning As It Were
I have so much crap it’s not even funny. Honestly, I think my donations are what keeps the Salvation Army afloat.
Every time I move I tend to not just pack my stuff but to go through a sort of purge. First step is to put my entire music collection on shuffle, which usually results in me not only listening to music I haven’t thought of in years, but singing in the hallway at the top of my lungs. The second step is to usually get rid of half of my wardrobe as I brutally analyze which items I wear all the time, only when I’m running out of laundry, and never. I then go through random nick knacks and so on, usually producing at least two-three bags for donation and at least two bags to just throw out (no one needs my old floppies).
This time is a little more intense since I’m finally cleaning ALL of my stuff out of my dad’s house. Always before I could leave the stuff I wasn’t sure I wanted to part with there, but my dad’s getting ready to retire and he wants to fix up the house he has now so he can sell it and move to the country (ie as far from other people as possible). As such I’ve been going through sketches –nearly– as old as I am, little horse models people bought me when I was six, etc. There’s tones of things I used to like when I was young that six years later are as opposite to my style as possible. Getting rid of them was nice, like a final acceptance of what I have become. And not throwing them out, but giving them to someone who will want them is better, like a way to accept what I was.
Just a thought I had while looking at a porcelain sculpture of a cherub riding a pony version of a Pegasus.
Posted: January 28th, 2008 under Blog, Random Rants.
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