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orbitaldiamonds) wrote2009-10-04 07:05 am
orbitaldiamonds) wrote2009-10-04 07:05 am
Well, I'm *trying* to get stuff done.
I took the trash out and brought in the mail.
I've got a load of clothes washing and another drying. I've got the dishwasher running too.
But my problem is all the STUFF.
We are overrun with STUFF.
Spilled all over the basement (thanks, Chris, it's not like I had it organized [read: shoved shit in bins] or anything), all over the living room (Chris has an Air Force buddy who held onto a bunch of his stuff from when he was in the Air Force and recently was able to ship it here, and it's opened and all over the living room), all over the kitchen (more of Chris's AF stuff, but also some of it my mess) all over the office (I take full responsibility there), all over the bedroom (again, both of us).
I don't fucking know where to start.
Well, I do, but it requires that Chris and I be up for several hours at the same time, and our sleep schedules don't overlap much.
What I want to do is go through everything we have, throw away the useless crap, and the stuff that's useful but not to us, we'll put it in boxes and take it to the ASYMCA thrift store. Then we'll get stuff out of the house and feel good about ourselves. :)
After that, I want to start packing. We're gonna be here for another year, but I'm a terrible procrastinator, and I tire quickly, especially these past few months. I've been realizing just how much we don't use, so I want to shove that shit in big ol' bins and stack them up in the corner of the basement and not worry about any of it until we get to the next duty station, at which I'll actually try to set up a grown-up couple's home, instead of the crappy college student housing that this place looks like.
And the past week I've also been getting dizzy/lightheaded. I hadn't gotten head-fuzzy for over a month and now it's back with a vengeance. Dammit.
Bitch, bitch. Whine, whine. I'll stop now.
I've got a load of clothes washing and another drying. I've got the dishwasher running too.
But my problem is all the STUFF.
We are overrun with STUFF.
Spilled all over the basement (thanks, Chris, it's not like I had it organized [read: shoved shit in bins] or anything), all over the living room (Chris has an Air Force buddy who held onto a bunch of his stuff from when he was in the Air Force and recently was able to ship it here, and it's opened and all over the living room), all over the kitchen (more of Chris's AF stuff, but also some of it my mess) all over the office (I take full responsibility there), all over the bedroom (again, both of us).
I don't fucking know where to start.
Well, I do, but it requires that Chris and I be up for several hours at the same time, and our sleep schedules don't overlap much.
What I want to do is go through everything we have, throw away the useless crap, and the stuff that's useful but not to us, we'll put it in boxes and take it to the ASYMCA thrift store. Then we'll get stuff out of the house and feel good about ourselves. :)
After that, I want to start packing. We're gonna be here for another year, but I'm a terrible procrastinator, and I tire quickly, especially these past few months. I've been realizing just how much we don't use, so I want to shove that shit in big ol' bins and stack them up in the corner of the basement and not worry about any of it until we get to the next duty station, at which I'll actually try to set up a grown-up couple's home, instead of the crappy college student housing that this place looks like.
And the past week I've also been getting dizzy/lightheaded. I hadn't gotten head-fuzzy for over a month and now it's back with a vengeance. Dammit.
Bitch, bitch. Whine, whine. I'll stop now.
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Of course, then you wind up in a shop full of other people's old stuff, and some of it magically morphs into Stuff You Just Must Have. D:
My mom and I used to go garage saling all the time, and then once in awhile we'd have our own. I called it "the cycle of stuff."
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And, also, not have to pay an arm and a leg to ship it south next year.
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