Holy god, do we have a lot of junk. I guess everyone says that when they're moving, huh? You start fishing through drawers and closets that have been untouched for months, and find yourself thinking, oh that's where that is, what the hell is this?, and why did I decide to keep THAT?

My friend, Annie, said that when she moved from Chicago to the Bay Area, all she had on her was a duffel bag. It contained all her worldly possessions. Little by little, she accumulated more things after she moved. But at least that first move was easy for her. All her possessions. A duffel bag! That would make life pretty simple right now. Of course, it would also mean we'd have no stuff, no t.v., no dishes, etc, so I really should be grateful for all our so-called "junk." And I am, really. I just don't enjoy packing it.

If anyone heard me packing and moving shit around, they'd laugh at me. Half of what I think stays in my head, the rest I say out loud. Talking out loud helps me sort my thoughts. Fine, okay, I'll just cop to it -- I am the crazy lady who talks to herself. So be it. Anyway, here's the thing: I am very much into positive thinking, but I am also human and am frustrated easily. So, I am either trying to stay calm and happy while I pack in order to imbue good energy into my belongings OR cursing the tape, the box, and everyone and anything who has ever had anything to do with the invention of said tape, boxes, and box contents, from here to next Sunday. "GODDAMN this fucking blender!!! Where is the fucking tape-- oh, here it is.. STOP STICKING TO MY HAND. JESUS!! ... I mean... Wait. No. Good energy, good energy. Yay for the blender. I'll make smoothies in my new apartment. I should just stay calm and... CLOSE, BOX, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL? You WHORE!" As you can see, the whole day's been quite an adventure!

So yes, lots of junk and so little time. It's coming along, though. The kitchen is essentially packed. Of course, I kept all the things I thought would be smart to keep, like all my spices. And... my oatmeal. Joe reminded me that bugs can get into oatmeal and now I feel like a dumbass AND am thoroughly freaked out. But not freaked out enough to unpack that entire box and get it out. I think maybe I'll just hope for the best? There's that positive thinking! Or stupid thinking, whichever the case may be. I vote Lazy Thinking.

And Wednesday, Salvation Army is coming to take away almost all of our furniture. We just couldn't handle the idea of doing anything else with it. Trying to sell it would take time that we don't have. This way, a big truck comes and takes all our stuff away so that we don't have to worry about it ever again. Also? Tax deduction! And less stuff for us to move. (See what I mean about lazy thinking?)

Some of our junk is in boxes, and some of those boxes are in storage, and soon we'll have a lot less junk altogether. I'd say we're in pretty good shape in the junk department. Then we just have to move it all to Los Angeles, and we'll be set! Hoo boy. I'll be glad when this is all over!