The question is: How weighed down do I want to be?
I’m trying to pack for the big move, and it’s so hard! This is really the big one, you know? I will never live here again. When I get back from China I will gather these boxes I’m packing and move into a shitty apartment somewhere. So it’s important to pack light… but some things I just don’t know if I should get rid of. Like Beanie Babies—will they ever be worth something? And old dolls—what if I have a daughter someday? I can save myself some money and give her my old ones. But not much money, and it’s a long ways away, if ever. Plus she would probably think they were gross and creepy, compared to whatever is popular 15 years from now. Ugh.
And curtains—I will always need curtains, so I packed those. And I’m packing my pillow cases but giving away my sheets because I will want a bigger bed, but I will always have pillows (so logical).
Everything has a memory attached to it that comes back when I see the thing. If I get rid of the thing I may never experience that particular memory again. Like a stuffed prairie dog I just put in the Salvo bag: I bought it at a book fair at Our Lady of Sorrows Elementary in 2nd grade, which was held in the library with the carpeted reading cubbies and the “mature” section for 4th graders only (my favorites from that shelf were One-Eyed Cat and Number the Stars). That school does not exist any more.
And when I went home, I got in trouble for spending my money on a toy instead of a book… heh.
