Pack, don't procrastinate

As I sit back and survey my condo kingdom, I am filled with fear and loathing.

It was time to pack up my shit into boxes and get ready for my move to the east coast about two weeks ago. Did I do it? Hell no! I'm the world's worst procrastinator. And going through all my stuff, I realized just how much crap I have accumulated over the year. So while I may have thrown a lot of crap away, I'm still left wondering what is absolutely, positively necessary for me to keep.

12 towels. I live alone and I have 12 towels. I turfed a few out. but what does ONE person do with 12 towels?

Books. I've read them all and can't bear to part with them. So they get their very own special box. And as luck would have it, it's the HEAVIEST freakin' box of the lot.

Pot plants. Into the huge metal garbage container outside.

Clothes. A dumped a whole lot into the Goodwill bin down the street. The difficult thing is that since I shall only be receiving my boxes back in about three weeks, I have to decide what I need to keep to use until they arrive. Not easy.

All the crap in the kitchen cupboards. Dumped in the large metal garbage container outside. Why on earth would pay to have Windolene, dishwashing soap, a bottle of Clorox and all other sorts of chemical detergents and cleaning crap shipped? Exactly.

So here I sit, maybe HALF the packing done, the five boxes I have almost full, and the moving truck comes in ONE day!

The saddest part is that after they have come and taken my stuff, I will be left with two more nights in my apartment before I have to catch my flight. I shall be sleeping on the carpet, with an old duvet and uncovered pillows for those two nights. And just before I leave for the airport, just where do you think that duvet and pillows will find themselves?

Dumped in the large metal garbage container outside.