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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.
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.
Boston
are mass-market (and as far as I can tell, just
pull out mosquitos from that niche, leaving
other bugs that don't bother people but are still
tasty to the birds...) it's a lot more possible
to "deal with" mosquitos at least locally.
(Dave+ruth have one, I'm considering one...)
But yeah, moving doesn't help - you spend years
with stuff still-in-boxes even if you have a
*lot* more space. After 2 years I have all the
boxes out of the main floor, but the downstairs
family room (ie. where the model railroad is
going :-) is still covered with boxes, and most
of it is surplus electronics, from an era when,
well, we weren't particularly *good* at them, so
they're not really useful for much, other than
teaching the evolution of circuitry (not a bad
cause, but maybe it shouldn't be mine :-)
It's nice to have the main floor clear for
"entertainment space" and to be able to at least
*think* that "someday, the rest will be that
organized." Realistic - perhaps not. Nice to
think so, though.
_Mark_