Started packing today a bit, my books and things that I don’t use everyday. I am amazed that the contents of my entire life will fit in the back seat of a small car. Six boxes (not counting clothes, that is one big trashbag).
I wonder if I have abandonment issues. Since 2001 I haven’t owned enough things to even fill a closet. I suppose I am so scared of them getting taken away again, that I am afraid of purchasing non-essential things for fear of them being removed from me at a later date.
I have to wonder at this. I am leaving Alex most of my books and gaming stuff, I just don’t need it. I am taking all of my books, but Goodwill is getting tons of clothes that are just too big for me (though my kilt, leather jacket and red boots are coming with me) and it is just kind of sad.
I never mean’t to be here as long as I did, and while I am glad that I got to touch base with my friends and the community down here, it is time to be moving on. Just like that old song.
I look forward to maybe enjoying stuff again, you know? I have so much that I would like to have/purchase, but it is a fear that I can’t seem to conquer. What a silly thing.
