Fuck moving. I'm in the act. I have all these tough decisions about what I can throw away. I threw a all my yearbooks and military medals in a dumpster behind the grocery store today. I just want to have one box of personal crap, including books. What is a person supposed to do with a working Gamecube? HAAAAAAAAAALP!
You probably gonna regret some of that.
If I haven't fucked with it since I last moved, it's going.
I tossed my yearbooks a long time ago. I needed space on my bookshelf for my animorphs collection.
My folks had them until around a year ago when they insisted I get rid the last of my shit from their garage. I wasn't as popular as I remember!Originally Posted by Neville
Geez, you could have at least found some federal government facility and thrown your medals on the lawn, then made up some bizarre reason if anyone asked what the point of your "protest" was.
I had a fantasy for a while that I would go to Louisville and toss them in the Ohio River like my hero Muhammad Ali had mythically done with his Olympic Gold but then I decided I didn't want to pass through Kentucky ever again, not to mention the false equivalence of a Gold Medal disposed of in disgust toward segregation vs. participatory war medals disposed of over my man crush on Muhammad Ali.
Seriously. I spent four years trying to get out of the damn place why would I want a book about it?
Eh. I haven't looked at my Breyer horses in decades but I'd never throw them out.
I usually make four piles when I'm getting ready to move: keep, store, donate, throw out. That works pretty well. Plus I'm the queen of 18 gallon storage tubs.
Yes, I smell like a horse. No, I don't consider that a problem.
Minimalism--when in doubt, throw it out.
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