And so it begins
When a sentimental pack rat moves, it is no small feat. In the picture below, you can see, mostly in boxes, 2/3 of the books from the computer room. The pile up front is the excruciatingly painful goodbye pile. *sniff* my babies... That the majority of books are in other rooms makes my back hurt just thinking about hauling them all around.
In the 5 hours that I've been packing, I've gotten distracted more times than I can count. I found old pictures of family that I'd forgotten about... half of my photo albums needed to be re-examined... chapter 13 of my college physics textbook had to be read... unearthed cds had to be loaded into iTunes... and, of course, all of the memories that come flooding back as I sift through stuff had to be relived and enjoyed all over again.
Speaking of stuff, the pitch pile has got to get bigger than the keep pile. Ugh... more self-inflicted torture.
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Wow. You've made a ton of progress. I know how hard packing and moving is. Just thinking about it makes me cringe. I've been jettisoning "stuff" little by little over the past few weeks, so my load is a little lighter.
It needs to get lighter still, however.
Hang in there.
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