i suppose i could say that we are a family of hoarders, my mother incapable of wrapping her mind around the concept of disposing of things, my father never really taking the time to separate the things that need to stay from the things that need to go. we accumulate. we live surrounded by possessions we can hardly keep track of. often things needed cannot be found. i think i may be headed towards that sort of a life too. the pull feels inexorable.
when i moved out, i lived out of two suitcases for a year. then i moved into an apartment of my own, and became a sale-a-holic. obviously, i threw away exactly nothing. moving was way more of a chore than i had imagined.
the prospect of moving again this summer is therefore quite daunting: i have too many books and clothes. i had planned on selling off some of both, but it seems too much trouble offloading used clothes, especially since i tend to still cycle through my extensive wardrobe fairly regularly, at least whichever parts fit me. that's part of the problem with clothes: i have them in a range of sizes and i cannot point at something i can definitely say i will never wear again.
books however present a different sort of challenge. i have a thing for the material book, its pages, its dust covers, its smell, shelves and shelves of books stacked ceiling-high. but they're just too unwieldy to move around with. at this point in my life, i think i'd rather have a nook and my 100 item at a time graduate library privileges.
when i moved out, i lived out of two suitcases for a year. then i moved into an apartment of my own, and became a sale-a-holic. obviously, i threw away exactly nothing. moving was way more of a chore than i had imagined.
the prospect of moving again this summer is therefore quite daunting: i have too many books and clothes. i had planned on selling off some of both, but it seems too much trouble offloading used clothes, especially since i tend to still cycle through my extensive wardrobe fairly regularly, at least whichever parts fit me. that's part of the problem with clothes: i have them in a range of sizes and i cannot point at something i can definitely say i will never wear again.
books however present a different sort of challenge. i have a thing for the material book, its pages, its dust covers, its smell, shelves and shelves of books stacked ceiling-high. but they're just too unwieldy to move around with. at this point in my life, i think i'd rather have a nook and my 100 item at a time graduate library privileges.
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