Keep. Toss. Give/Sell.
At times I just feel sick to my stomach over the purchase of my condo. It's exciting but at the same time it freaks me out. I'm leaving Dad and I'm moving out. And it is a such a huge decision and comitment to be making. I feel like it's forcing me to be very adult-like. I mean I realise that I am 26 but I'm leaving behind my house that I've spent my entire life in. It is really a security blanket type house for me, it has kept me safe through all of the shit that has happened around my life. But in someways it has kept me in all of the shit that happened around me, and made it seem like that was my life.
I am totaly scared. I have to start the exhausting process of sorting through all of my stuff and packing. Keep. Toss. Give/Sell. The three boxes or bags that I will fill. This morning when I was folding my laundry I was realising how much of my clothes I don't really need. Like I have 4 pairs of boxer shorts, well I only wear these as pyjamas on occasion, so why do I need 4 pairs? 1 of which I've had since I was 10 and 2 of which were originally my sisters and she probably bought them around the same time. And all of the old camp and concert t-shirts...those are going in a box that is marked "t-shirts for quilt". I don't know how to make a quilt but a few of my friends do and one of them said she would make it for me when she has time. Until then the box can stay at Dad's house. And I think I can get rid of my ripped jeans from grade 10. I wore these for "rockstar" dinner at camp, they're about 6 sizes too big for me and I don't really need them any more. And the clothes that I haven't worn in about 3 or 4 years I don't see any point in keeping. A year ago I would have never been thinking this way about any of my stuff.
It seemed like a no brainer to be moving the piano to my condo. But considering I haven't played it in 14 months and it symbolizes a memory of mom I am kind of suprised that I have a priority on moving it. It needs to come with me. I don't know when or if I'll play it again but I want it to be with me.
I am totaly scared. I have to start the exhausting process of sorting through all of my stuff and packing. Keep. Toss. Give/Sell. The three boxes or bags that I will fill. This morning when I was folding my laundry I was realising how much of my clothes I don't really need. Like I have 4 pairs of boxer shorts, well I only wear these as pyjamas on occasion, so why do I need 4 pairs? 1 of which I've had since I was 10 and 2 of which were originally my sisters and she probably bought them around the same time. And all of the old camp and concert t-shirts...those are going in a box that is marked "t-shirts for quilt". I don't know how to make a quilt but a few of my friends do and one of them said she would make it for me when she has time. Until then the box can stay at Dad's house. And I think I can get rid of my ripped jeans from grade 10. I wore these for "rockstar" dinner at camp, they're about 6 sizes too big for me and I don't really need them any more. And the clothes that I haven't worn in about 3 or 4 years I don't see any point in keeping. A year ago I would have never been thinking this way about any of my stuff.
It seemed like a no brainer to be moving the piano to my condo. But considering I haven't played it in 14 months and it symbolizes a memory of mom I am kind of suprised that I have a priority on moving it. It needs to come with me. I don't know when or if I'll play it again but I want it to be with me.
posted by Womyn in Troubled Waters at 9:25 AM
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