Stuff. Got enough? Want more? I've got some. I need to get rid of some. I don't want to take it with me. Who wants it?
Really. 13 years of living in this house and I have accumulated so much stuff. Where the hell did it all come from? Pictures, posters, postcards, paper, pots, pans, pie plates, pizza stones, pails, pottery, perpetual piles of peripherals and paraphernalia. Good lord. Don't get me started on the rest of the alphabet.
I must pack, I must purge, I must plan to put everying in a new place. Perhaps I am poorly prepared. Probably.
Ok, enough of that. I am just looking around this house and thinking I am in the final countdown. Thirteen years this ghost-filled house. Some good memories, some not. Mostly just memories in general. I never expected to live so long in this place. It was supposed to be a starter house. And I guess, in it way it has been - multiple times. It's even being repurposed again as the start of my rental properties. If I manage it right I might be able to make it one of many. We'll see I guess.
So, for now I'm just taking it all in. Three more nights under the roof. 72 hours of days left before the new journey beings. See, I'm starting again.
In the mean time... anyone need a bowflex?