I'm having a moving-induced identity crisis, at least sort of. I've packed tons.
In fact, I was just admonished by B for leaving him zero rocks glasses, which are "what a man needs after he makes his wife rice pilaf." Both of us are living in the yucky mid-move land of packed stuff, boxes everywhere, piles of things to "think about" and strange things to finish up before we move (anyone interested in Julie's ramen noodles, some walnuts, or a strange variety of frozen fruit?).
Last night really did it for me. I've got some boxes, like five of them, containing important, unsorted stuff. Ticket stubs, greeting cards, maps, letters, newspaper clippings, buttons, stickers, photos, receipts, papers from school...
I'm not ever going to scrapbook this stuff. I don't think there's big money on eBay for random used tickets to college football games. Since I've worked with kids for nearly ten years without consulting my graduate school paperwork I probably won't consult it anytime soon (and isn't that stuff all online?). Beyond the obviously dated stuff in my files, containers and boxes (like all my paychecks from 2007 - what?!?), I've got to come to terms with either collecting something or not. I'm either taking the tickets and doing something with them, or not.
B's got some of the same stuff. We both have a beautiful, amazing and preposterous collection of Daily Illini paraphernalia. And all of it's pretty great. Quotes hung on the wall, old Blue Rice comics, awards, notebooks... We met at the DI, so it's not like this stuff doesn't hold something great in it, but there's got to be a way to not just toss it in a heap.
I don't want to forget any of this awesome stuff, but I don't want to lose my hope of an organized, streamlined clean present for my mess of memories.
This photo is from Moab, Utah, where I enjoyed an amazing peanut butter wrap (yes! peanut butter, granola, banana, berries wrapped up! heaven!!!). Such fuel might make this move possible.
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I'm not sure if this will work for you but it did for me. I found myself a lovely box at a graft store and put everything of one topic in there. For example, I've got this small purple box that contains a lot of the stuff from the first year of me and &kyle's relationship. Occasionally I'll brin it out and we'll laugh at some of the memories, but then I store it back away neatly for another year. That way it's out of my way safely, left for my children some day to look at and think about how dorky their parents are.
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