its hard to get back to blogging; i hope this one actually makes it to posting, unlike the previous 2 i attempted since being stateside. i am as i usually am - unpacking and in my customary disarray. one suitcase has been emptied, a rare feat to be done so soon, while the other one, the bigger one, sits in the middle of the floor, its only use being a place for a catnap. wow, thats a lot of commas.
the bedroom color is great and because its freshly painted, i am inspired to make my room nice and tidy. so i made the bed, picked up the clothes and straightened up here and there. i rediscovered my collection of coloring books. seriously, one is 15 years old. i think i can definitely call it a collection at this point, vintage perhaps? one part of me says to keep them; im bound to babysit at some point and how priceless would it be to have the exact coloring book to pacify an antsy neice or nephew? invaluable, i tell you. but that line of reasoning gets murky when i use it for the other "immature" things i own - the bucket (or two) of legos, the action figures (never opened) and the (few) comic books. oh and the simpsons block figures - sorta look like legos, but boxier. and when these things merely take up space, not being enjoyed, i have a feeling it may be time to let go.
its a recurrant thing with me these days, i know.
it seems i will whittle my belongings down to a tee shirt and shorts, a few meaningful books, my pc and ipod... once those things are gone too, there will be nothing left to discard but myself.
at least i can make some money off the action figures.
2 comments:
I wouldn't worry, my folks came back from holiday on saturday night and their suitcases are still lying about half emptied.
It's probably something to do with washing schedules, but I really think it's about not wanting to let go of the last remnants of a happy holiday.
Check out the amateur psychologist...............=D
thank you dr. ill man. but i think you might be onto something...
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