Truckin

Okay, the move has begun.

I have thrown away over 8 bags of garbage.

I have thrown away so many things. And it’s okay, it’s okay I’m throwing away all these things. Because although I’m throwing away things that represent my independence, I am also throwing away things that represent my bullshittedness. Like the 3 crappy pans I’ve had since college that I never use and have been sitting in my cupboard making me look like I use the pans but I don’t and J. has good pans anyway so why just for the sake of independence, would I save 3 crappy pans?

Best longest run on sentence ever.

But it’s true!

I’m tossing a desk, a dresser (just got a new one at Ikea!), my mattresses (not my frame, I like it) tons of clothes, and more cereal boxes than I had any idea could exist in my house.

I’m writing terribly today, pardon my spaziness. It’s been a long week and it’s only Monday.

I gave my first modern skyscrapers tour on Saturday, and okay, maybe I mentioned the word “nazi” one too many times, but how else do you describe who these men were and what Mies and everyone was running from? The fanatical Germans? Maybe I’ll try that.

At the end I told them they were my first and they all clapped and I bowed. It was awesome.

Tonight? More packing. Tomorrow? More packing. Wednesday? Moving. Thursday? Hopefully moving and the rest of the weekend trying to soothe myself into believing I’m doing the right thing. Which I believe in my heart of hearts is absolutely the truth.

They don’t get better than the one I got. This I know.