Boxen
As I’ve been packing for the big move on Saturday, I’ve found that I’m having a hard time putting my life into boxes.
Before, it was easy. But now, I have much more fragile things. And it does not compartmentalize well.
I’ve also noticed, I’m keeping less. Much of the things that I’ve historically kept stashed away are being thrown away. I’m not saying I’m less of a pack rat, but my packratness is more discrete.
No, I don’t need to keep this 350Mhz Computer, its worthless.
No, I don’t need to keep this 10 year old magazine.
No, I don’t need to keep this first bottle of 20+ year old Scotch that I consumed years ago.
Yes, I do need to keep that novel I’ll never read again, (I have a library, you know!)
I just find it interesting how my inventory preferences have changed.
