I don’t intend to go on too long for this entry. This is me trying to push myself to start writing blogs again due to the upcoming lack of communication between myself and just about everyone else.
Might be news to some but I’m moving to Portland. Perhaps I’ll write a later blog about exactly why and all of that sort of thing, but for now just accept that I’m leaving and have no plans of moving back anytime soon. I’m gone.
Well, not yet, and that’s what I wanted to briefly touch on.
My last night in town will be busy as I’ve procrastinated to the point that it’s midnight, we’re planning on leaving between nine or ten in the morning, and I still need to box up about six more large boxes of stuff around my room. I should also clean up a bit and take everything off the walls and that sort of thing.
The act of moving is quite terrible. I’ve confined myself to this room for over the past decade and being a packrat of sorts I’ve collected a large number of everything. I’m finally tossing my magazine collection. Well, I’m bringing myself to cut it down considerably with keeping around three to four hundred magazines while ridding myself of at least a thousand other magazines.
But there’s everything else. I’m finding clothes that’s from ‘95, stuff under my bed that was previously lost, and an uncountable amount of items that are truly trash to everyone but me, yet I still have to throw them out for there’s absolutely no reason I should carry them with me. I already feel like I’m bringing way too much as it is.
Whatever. Like I said, I’m keeping this short. I need to go back to finish up so I can get some sleep.
I may not be online after tonight for awhile if we don’t get internet immediately in the place I’m moving into. I’ll make sure to post something once I’m up and running, though.