one box art supplies
one box photos
two boxes linen, towels &c.
two boxes videos (still some to pack)
numerous* boxes kitchen implements, crockery, pots &c.
numerous boxes books
numerous boxes stuff from uni/school that I've not looked at since I first packed it up
two boxes unread magazines (for shame, for shame)
Packing's coming along ok, actualy, even though I'm sick of it already. I toyed with the idea of throwing out a lot of the stuff I've kept from my childhood and school days, but then I thought that all that stuff is not just stuff, it's an archive of my life. I have papers, clippings, school reports, letters, cards, school projects, photos, all sorts of material which could, were I to have the time, be sorted out into a meaningful commentary on my life and what I deemed to be important to keep at the time.
My favourite things, though, are my childhood diaries from holidays to Cornwall, which if nothing else are interesting for my creative attitude to spelling back then, e.g. 'We walked up the hedeland'. If it'd been 'hedland' I could have understood that as a basic phonetic mistake, but 'hedeland'? I think i was probably channelling Pepys at the time.
I know it's a bit of a millstone around my neck, but I have decided not to even start to sort out that archival stuff. I'm going to just rebox it and store it. One day, when I have some time to kill, I can go through it all and spend a few months in regression.
*i.e. I can't be arsed to go count
When I packed up to move out of my folks home in Devon to my new abode with my sister, it was the first time in myt life that I had a complete, proper clear out of all my stuff. 30 black bin liners of stuff went to the rubbish tip. 30! I no longer have anything from my school days, no report cards, no school photos (which were all destroyed more or less at the times I got them because they were so hideous), nothing. It all went. I have effectively obliterated my childhood. Nothing remains. Everything I now own represents me from the age of eighteen. Everything before that is history.
My Star Wars Lego remains but that doesn't count because I collected that over the last five years. Perpetual kid at heart.
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Well, some people thrive on chucking out stuff. Kate does, and i almost envy her for it. Each to their own, really.
Personally, i think i'd haemorrhage if i had to get rid of too much stuff.
As long as I have my books and videos/DVDs and CDs I'm happy. Everything else is disposable (especially love letters from old flames… they were the first thing to go out the window).
Oh, and my PC and music gear… mustn't forget that. Couldn't leave my PC and music stuff behind.
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Oh, i couldn't throw out all those heaps and heaps of love letters that have been a source of constant nuisance throughout my life. One day I'm planning on buying a cottage in the country and I'll need them for kindling.
As for my PC, frankly, if anything happened to that I'd be devastated. Well, maybe not it, but the data on it certainly. All those emails… all those half finished novels… gah! Mustn't even think about it!
It's sad really: My whole life is on my PC… and backed up on CD-RW!
But I couldn't keep my old love letters, especially those from my last girlfriend with whom I was desperately in love: it was just too painful to to keep them. I also got rid of all the little gifts and nick-nacks she bought for me. I didn't want a single reminder of her in my new home.
Two and a half years later and I still think about her occassionally.
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If I'm going to be honest, I've never ever been written a single love letter (emails don't count). My entire adult life, I've only had one Valentines card that wasn't sent in jest. I got that last year from someone I care deeply about but with whom I couldn't possibly have pursued a relationship. I have never been bought flowers, presents or nick-nacks by anyone I've been romantically involved with. Ever.
My love life stinks.
I got a valentine's card once from my Mum. Gee, thanks, Mum: the only valentine's I ever got and it was sent out of pity by my own fucking mother.
I have sent flowers, I have prepared candlelit dinners for two, I have written love-letters, I have bought little trinkets as a token of my affection, I have even composed a tune for one woman in an attempt to get her to like me: And where did it get me? Fucking dumped, mostly.
So I'll join you in the stinky love-life corner. Pass the vodka.
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Oh, yes! I did once have a piece of music composed to me. Never heard it played, but I do have the sheet music somewhere.
I suppose that's something.
Here's the vodka.
*glug*
I'd consider becoming gay if it didn't mean taking it up the arse.
*glug glug*
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