Stash It or Trash It
It's become a little like a radio gimmick, going through old stuff, deciding what's worth moving and what should just go into the dumpster, as I get closer to closing the door on the old place for good.
The quandary spawned a fun discussion with a friend of mine, recounting all the general garbage a person tends to accumulate in college, and which takes years to eventually give (or throw) away.
It was fun to note that everyone seems to be yoked with the same stuff, which usually consists of about 80% of the following:
a huge bundle of posters a collection of about 10 assorted shot glasses at least two different electric cooking or heating devices (crock pots, toaster ovens, electric teapots, popcorn makers, etc) extra long twin sheets a box of copied software you were too poor to outright buy (which is now all years out of date, of course) a box of class notes you "might need someday"
At this point it's easy — if it's stayed in the closet for a whole apartment's worth of life (2.5 years in this case), then it's obvious I don't need it — no matter what it's for, or why I was saving it. Out.
I'm starting to wish other things in my life were that easy to sort through, sometimes.
The quandary spawned a fun discussion with a friend of mine, recounting all the general garbage a person tends to accumulate in college, and which takes years to eventually give (or throw) away.
It was fun to note that everyone seems to be yoked with the same stuff, which usually consists of about 80% of the following:
At this point it's easy — if it's stayed in the closet for a whole apartment's worth of life (2.5 years in this case), then it's obvious I don't need it — no matter what it's for, or why I was saving it. Out.
I'm starting to wish other things in my life were that easy to sort through, sometimes.