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The only part of this that is important: if you have ever wanted a book that lives on my shelves, now would be a good time to ask whether I'm bringing it with me. Everything else is pure decompression.
Today's small victories against a sea of chaos: taxes e-filed, TV watched, craigslist ads for furniture, throwing out accumulated trash, steps toward organizing next week's hails-and-farewells. Tomorrow's goals: finalize next week's schedules through Saturday, pack as much of the fragiles and kitchen-to-keep as possible, freecycle everything I know I'm not using and that can't be craigslisted. The time has come to pack the keepers and freecycle everything that Craigslist won't take. Dad is getting a heads-up on my flight date (24th March) but seems to be too preoccupied with his own moving dis-organization to make plans; I'm going to make an effort to see my grandparents next weekend or the weekend after.
The clutter in my room is causing me anguish. How will I reduce this mess to a stack of boxes and an empty room? A giant box of books is taking up a lot of the floor footprint. Either I need to put a bunch of books on paperback swap and deal with the hassle of trips to the post office, or dump about 200 lbs of books on the nearest used book store for a nominal payment. (I am also going through money like water this week. It's necessary. I may feel like there's impending doom, but it's really just my pathological hatred of spending more than $50 at a time.) I'm pretty stressed, but I also feel very alive: the future is exciting again. Three Fridays from now I will be in San Francisco! I am not shipping my folding chair, but I can acquire a new-to-me chair and experiment with sunblock on Ocean Beach between resume rounds and scrounging cheap replacements for my exciting post-move box furniture.
Today's small victories against a sea of chaos: taxes e-filed, TV watched, craigslist ads for furniture, throwing out accumulated trash, steps toward organizing next week's hails-and-farewells. Tomorrow's goals: finalize next week's schedules through Saturday, pack as much of the fragiles and kitchen-to-keep as possible, freecycle everything I know I'm not using and that can't be craigslisted. The time has come to pack the keepers and freecycle everything that Craigslist won't take. Dad is getting a heads-up on my flight date (24th March) but seems to be too preoccupied with his own moving dis-organization to make plans; I'm going to make an effort to see my grandparents next weekend or the weekend after.
The clutter in my room is causing me anguish. How will I reduce this mess to a stack of boxes and an empty room? A giant box of books is taking up a lot of the floor footprint. Either I need to put a bunch of books on paperback swap and deal with the hassle of trips to the post office, or dump about 200 lbs of books on the nearest used book store for a nominal payment. (I am also going through money like water this week. It's necessary. I may feel like there's impending doom, but it's really just my pathological hatred of spending more than $50 at a time.) I'm pretty stressed, but I also feel very alive: the future is exciting again. Three Fridays from now I will be in San Francisco! I am not shipping my folding chair, but I can acquire a new-to-me chair and experiment with sunblock on Ocean Beach between resume rounds and scrounging cheap replacements for my exciting post-move box furniture.