Dammit, how can I have accumulated so much junk? I’ve been living in single rooms for the past two years. I’ve been trying not to spend money on anything unnecessary. This is ridiculous. And now the room I just moved into is smaller than either of the others has been. (All the so much junk is not fitting…)
I wish I could live like a grownup again. That seems like it was such a long time ago…
looks like clothes… mostly. if there are books and cds in there they aren’t junk either… did you make it all in one trip?
Yes, lots of clothes — too many clothes. It’s not like I’m particularly fashion conscious or anything. It’s like I just can’t resist buying white T-shirts and black sweaters.
Some books and DVDs, though nowhere near what that situation was in NYC, just one small box of each. No CDs, all that is on my computer now.
I did make it in one trip, but it was a biggish car — more like a small SUV.
So, think of it this way: if you had only 2 of everything, white t-shirts, black
sweaters, white sweaters, black t-shirts and even 3 pairs of pants, and socks
and underwear for every day of the week, you’d have to do laundry so often, you’d
have no time for writing criticism of movies and Doctor Who. That would be a shame. As for living in one room: think of it as less housework time (I know
how you love housework)… grownup living comes in all sorts of shapes, sizes and
levels of devotion to stuff. Your stuff
is in your brain. Very portable.
I know it’s probably not much consolation, but try to think of all the people for whom living with only one person per room would be a luxury.
I know. I do tell myself, constantly, that things could be much worse. And usually, if I just wait a while, they do get worse. :-(
There are so few people living like adults in London, I too wish I could live in a more stable way but that is impossible.
About the only thing I’ve achieved in that regard is putting CDs and DVDs onto a stack of hard drives. I have books the way some people have cats.
Is the car your own? At least you’ve got something to measure with. Anything that doesn’t fit in the car has to go. Then you’ll know if you can get it all in the new place.
Not my car. Couldn’t afford one, and even if I could, a car is so unnecessary in London. It was a rental from car-sharing service Zipcar, which I *highly* recommend.
It’s true that I do mostly live in my head…
Living like a grownup is a myth.
Every time I go into the wilderness, I feel ‘normal’, whateverthefuckthatmeans, especially wrt Stuff. I have no receipts. My wallet is with me, cause, well, I needed it to get there and the fishing license is there in case I meet a ranger, but, do I pull it out at all when I’m portaging from one windy lake into a narrow, calm lake? No. I have fishing gear. I have a water filter, matches, flint, water bottles, sleeping bag, tent, mongo-huge-pocket knife with all the tools, folding saw, hatchet, extra line, lots of thin useful clothes I can layer, freeze-dried food as backup, some other stuff, and nearly all of it all fits in a single back pack. My campsite is neat…much, much neater than my apartment. When I’m there, I never feel like I’m wasting time, no matter what I’m doing and I always feel like I have to be paying 100% attention.
But, if I dumped my job and apartment and walked off into the wild with my son, I’d be called immature and irresponsible.
Looks like you’re pretty lean to me for civilization.