I'm packing and liquidating my apartment, bit by bit every evening. I'm downsizing; sending some stuff to charity and other things to the recycling bin.
I've gotten to this place, a life full of vintage postcards and ticket stubs and playbills and birthday cards, by attaching memories to everything. Even mugs I used in my first apartment in college remind me of drinking Oregon Chai late at night in front of Conan O'Brien when I used to be able to accommodate the Late Night.
Purging physical and emotional baggage is a great and important exercise, but man, it's challenging for the sentimental. It's great for clearing the mind in the end, but right now my mind is just strained from all the moving-related hoops. Time for bed.
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