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Monday, July 8th, 2002 06:34 pm
There are times in my past when I've looked at the enormous mound of useless crap I own and despaired. It's easier to find a bigger apartment than to clean out the junk. It's easier to MOVE all the junk across a continent than to face it and battle the monster; easier to run away than to take back my life.

These days, I'm doing somewhat better about useless crap. Not cured, just... well... "a recovering junkaholic", to steal a phrase. But now it's activities. Time. Everything on my schedule looks valuable, just like every piece of schtuff I used to own had some value. None of it is easy to part with. Yet I am again fighting for no less a prize than ownership of my life.

Running away seems easier, as usual. Rob's starting to noodle about moving out of the Bay Area, probably combined with a change of career for both of us. I must admit it's sounding awfully good. I just came back from the holiday weekend and now I have very little free time until September. But I know that running away does not solve the underlying problem. Whether we go or stay, I have to learn how to clean house.
Tuesday, July 9th, 2002 09:21 am (UTC)
Because cleaning house sucks. Bigtime. Take it from a two-year house-bitch. It's supposed to be my main job, and I still can't get it all done -- who the hell wants to spend all their time cleaning?

It *is* easier to keep things clean once you have less stuff -- but getting rid of the stuff is harder than cleaning, imo!!! Good luck to you, sounds like you're on the right track, eh?
Tuesday, July 9th, 2002 10:58 am (UTC)
Yeah, streamlining one's life is a tough job -- even though it makes many other things easier in the long run. I hafta hafta hafta learn to do this!