i am in the process of moving into my new apartment.
once upon a time i was dating a boy. he was a really nice boy and i liked him a lot. i never let people help me move because i feel like it is just too much exposure into my personal life- though i am severely organized, it just makes me feel too vulnerable. but anyway.. this particular time i did break down and allow boyfriend to help me. though he was skinny (like all the others...) he was strong and 4 hands made more sense than two. until...upon walking into my room he saw this:
(that picture is from today- but since that is only about 80% of my books, it was about that size at the time of this story). to which he said "beckie, this is ridiculous. we have to get you one of those kindle things. no one needs this many books. books are so archaic."
needless to say, we broke up. i love my books- but i am suddenly painfully aware of just how heavy they are. but that will not stop me from owning them.
my whole body aches and i am all the more keenly acquainted with just how much stuff i own. i can proudly and honestly say that i have not acquired much in the past couple of years- it is just still a lot of stuff. one day (when i have my own house and family) it will all come in handy. only real problem is that i have moved into an apartment that is identical to the one i was previously in- just this one has been maintained as a cesspool of filth. in every sense of the word. so all my stuff is sitting in its neatly organized stacks just waiting to be put into place. lucky me. yes...the clutter is killing me.
back to my bleach bucket i go.
1 comment:
hmmm... so you pretty much own your own library... :) very cool.
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