The move is scheduled for a week from tomorrow, and I’ve now packed 65 boxes. This is my living room. If my dog and I encounter each other in the maze, one of us has to back up because the tunnels are too narrow for us to pass each other. He’s not entirely clear on the concept, so I’m doing most of the backing up.
You know that stage in packing where you feel like your stuff has been breeding? That’s where I’m at now. I just keep finding more stuff. There’s stuff everywhere. The more I pack, the more stuff I come across. I don’t know where it all came from, since I hardly ever go shopping, and I got rid of all kinds of stuff last February when I moved. I had 72 boxes then, and this time it looks like I’ll have at least 90.
I’m reminding myself of those crazy hoarder ladies who never throw anything out and who still have all the yogurt containers from all the yogurt they’ve ever eaten and all the newspapers from 1936 onwards. (But I don’t. I kept the newspaper from the Jim Jones mass suicide, and the one from the day my son was born, and a couple in which I was published, and the ice storm, and the great blackout, and the one from September 12, 2001, but I think that’s it. And I only have two yogurt containers.)
I’ve got 21 boxes of books. I’ve tried not to buy too many books lately, but I did see one for sale at the library about Rasputin and I decided I would only buy it if I opened it up at a random page, stuck my finger on a random sentence, and the sentence was interesting. This is the sentence (I have to paraphrase because I’ve already packed the book): “He had a fetish for being photographed in coffins.” You’d have bought it too, wouldn’t you?
I absolutely would have bought that.
We need to purge too. We’re both “hoarder” types, and having kids has made it even worse, I think.
Blech. LOL
When we moved into this house, we needed one of those 18 wheeler type moving trucks. I don’t know how we are ever going to move again, unless Peter suddenly gets motivated to sell everything on EBay. I despair of how much “stuff” we have. Good luck on your move!
Good luck with the move! I’m trying to clear stuff out too, but I hate waste and I certainly hoard. “It might be useful.” or “I may have to look it up again.”
Oh my, you really do live in a maze. Oh well, just another week to go and then you can unpack all your stuff in your lovely new home (with the pretty yellow room).