If I give away my transistor radio collection, I will forget I ever had such a thing. Right? Right.
Moving is always difficult. Moving a mass of unsorted junk complicates the process. The lack of a stated destination is one challenge too many!
Also: if I lived in the states, there would be more than one store selling moving boxes. And they would all be open past six pm.
I spent the afternoon contemplating boxes of unsent thank you letters spanning four decades of graduations, weddings, births, awards. Is it sadder that I wrote, but did not mail? Or that I kept them through twenty or more moves…. across two continents?
The clothing collection that once required 750 sq feet of storage has been ruthlessly reduced to fit in four medium boxes. Not including handbags, obviously.
My favorite observation so far: shredding unopened love letters is a uniquely rewarding experience.
But hey! I miss these glasses! Why do I still have a newspaper clipping, but not the desired object?!
