Stuff

Since I moved into my new house, I have been very excited about getting all of my stuff out of the boxes that some of it has been in for years. When I moved back from Halifax, I just put a lot of the boxes into my parents basement and left them there. When I bought the house, they made me clear out all my boxes from their basement, so I have been unpacking stuff that I haven't seen in many years. Some of it is really cool, like pictures and books and things. But, I am starting to get tired of the stuff. Seriously, why do I have SO MUCH OF IT! It is endless. And why have I kept all of this stuff for all of these years. Apparently I have inherited the inability to throw anything away from my pack rat mother. Although, I seem to be in worse shape since I have seen my mother throw something away, I am almost sure of it. I, on the other hand, have seemingly never thrown anything away.

I am running out of places to put the stuff.

And the books. I love to read, I read a lot, and I read anything and everything. I have bought 5 new bookcases (in addition to all the ones I already owned) to put the books. And I still have about 8 crates of books not unpacked yet. Did you need something to read? Come to my house. I have all my textbooks, as wells as most of my notebooks, scribblers and binders from many years of university. Why do I keep this stuff. It's borderline pathological. I will never need to read about clinical psychology again, I hope, so why haven't I gotten rid of this book and all my notes from this class? I am pretty sure I am never going to be a psychologist, and probably won't be needing this book anytime soon, but there it is, on my bookcase, just in case.

One of these days, I am going to clear out all of this junk. I am going to get rid of all of this stuff I have and stop being a pack rat. I am going to be a minimalist. I am.... a big liar. I will never get rid of anything. I will just box it back up until the next time I move. And then go through this all again.

Note to the MacKinnons. You are making me very jealous. Christine is off to Dubai today (Have a great trip! Bring me back a present!)and Peter is going to see U2 in concert (Have fun! Bring me back Bono!). Very very jealous. Mike better not win the lottery or anything or I will explode from all the envy.