At first I thought that I was getting a little ahead of myself when I started to pack about a week or so ago. After all, I'm technically moving November 1st and it seems a little ridiculous to pack your home away and live amongst boxes for eight weeks.
But that was before.

This morning I started going through the storage space into which I throw all of my random junk that gets used once or twice a year...jesus. Have you ever lived on your own and had to move somewhere with less storage space? Sorting out the things to keep and get rid of is ridiculous, annoying...exhausting. It's also pretty interesting to see what you've accumulated in all the time you've spent in your current place. Now it's at the point where I'm realizing that I have to get rid of MOST things. And MOST of these things are shit to me anyway. So here I am, with a living room full of bags and boxes that need to be taken to the Sally Ann, recycled or just tossed in the garbage. And I'm still wondering if I'm getting rid of enough.
This will surely take until I move.

I have to stop collecting things.