I’ve been living a transient lifestyle since I graduated from high school in 1999. (Yes, next month marks five years. That’s hard to believe!) A year and a half is the longest I’ve lived in one place since I moved out of my parents’ house in August of that year. Over the course of the past five years, I’ve had 12 roommates and I’ve lived in at least eight different places. I’m convinced that, someday, I’ll settle down and live in one place for an extended period of time.
That day is not now.
I’m moving again for the fall semester; in an effort to save (lots of!) money, I’ll be living with my grandmother in Birmingham. Of course, since I’m leaving for the summer in two weeks (!), I’ve got to pack all of my stuff and schlep it to a bedroom 60 miles away.
Much as I didn’t want to, I started packing this afternoon. If you didn’t already know that I’m quirky (and how could you miss that?!), my packing habits will clear that up. I always spend forEVER packing, because I’ve got to be organized before I can move stuff. I started with the storage containers under my bed, and I’ve spent the last couple of hours deciding what needs to go to Goodwill, what needs to be thrown away and what I never should have owned in the first place.
That, my friends, is today’s discovery. It’s embarrassing enough that I ever owned the following items – but why, oh why, have I held onto them for all these years?