Or is it “What Do You Have and Why Do You Have It?”
Since I’ve been packing my stuff these past few weeks, I’ve been asking myself, “Why do I have this?” I’m not that great at throwing stuff out once the clutter has built up. My filing system is a mess because I’ve been ignoring my papers in the past year of dating and staying intermittently at my boyfriend’s place.
But as I look at each item, I try to remember when I got it and why I got it. There are some items that were random gifts I received or gifts I bought and never gave. I look at what ugly crap it is and I am glad to be throwing it out. Where did all this stuff come from and why did I let it into my house?
I’ve moved cross-country twice and if my grand plans work out, there will be at least one more move. I look at my stuff and I think, “I am definitely not moving this *again*.” As much as I love my old roommate from college, I think I can give away the votive candle and matching vase she gave me for Christmas our senior year. It matches my Ralph Lauren bed linens, which I still have, but I’m retiring the set to the storage closet and the ceramics can go to Goodwill. Frankly I cannot remember anything I gave to her 10+ years ago, so I feel this is ok to do. More than likely she has also gotten rid of anything I gave her too and that thought does not bother me at all. (We’ve lost touch.)
Boyfriend and I prepped a box of stuff like my extra toaster (his is better), his hand mixer (mine was better), a CD player boyfriend didn’t want, etc. We put it on the street with a sign that said ‘Free’ and the gods of the city took them away while were at a hockey game on Saturday. It’s nice to sacrifice stuff to the gods of the city. I hope this means good parking karma for the rest of the year.
I’ve already made 2 trips to Goodwill. I’m not bothering with receipts much because I just need it to be gone!
BTW, the title of this post comes from the Schwarzenegger movie, The Running Man. But it was sampled by The Messiah for a song, Temple of Dreams. (Which surprisingly my boyfriend with the encyclopedic knowledge of dance music had never heard before. I rarely can stump him on a song, so I am triumphant. It’s one of my favorites.) This is what happens when you get an earworm. You write a post!
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