Baggage
When you are sorting through the accumulations of bits and pieces of whatever has sedimented itself around you in your living space, you find shopping lists and books, old photos of friends (who don't e-mail as much as they should!) and ticket stubs from movies, boarding passes and admission stubs from the Singapore Zoo and the Temple of Heaven in Beijing. Birthday cards and wedding invites and a piece of fur taped to a bit of card (Max's fur, sent by my Mom over 2 years ago). Eight months ago, you wrote an address or phone number on the back of something else, and now you have no idea if it's important or not.
Some of the things will be kept, to be sorted through again at a later date when it may be time to move again, but much of it will have to be thrown out.
It's amazing how much we can amass in such a short time. We arrive here with a suitcase, and somehow find ourselves surrounded by so much.
Some of the things will be kept, to be sorted through again at a later date when it may be time to move again, but much of it will have to be thrown out.
It's amazing how much we can amass in such a short time. We arrive here with a suitcase, and somehow find ourselves surrounded by so much.
posted by Ms Parker at
4:32 PM
2 Comments:
You can accumulate "stuff" the way blue serge attracts lint. It's an immutable law of the universe. That, and you'll never need "it" till you threw it out three months ago. By which time the price of "it" has doubled.
Murphy's Law.
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Anonymous, at 11:06 PM
And if you throw stuff away then maybe you wont force your friends to carry...oh...I don't know....say a heavy box full of dumbbell weights up three flights of stairs!
I'm just saying....
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Anonymous, at 2:31 AM
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