B minor

No, not that kind of purging.

As I’m getting closer to the actual day of relocation from New York City to Cambridge, I’m starting to look forward to the sort and toss that will inevitably take me 3 sentimental days. You know? Going through stacks of pictures, cards, and miscellaneous crap that I’ve collected over the course of 3 years in this apartment and countless trips for work and fun. There’s something daunting about it, but at the same time, I’m looking forward to getting rid of the stuff I thought I would want to keep when I received it. Looking through the lens of hindsight and realizing things aren’t needed any more can be a good thing. It’s also generally a good time loading up trash bags full of heavy junk and lunging them into the seven story trash chute, waiting for that great thud at the bottom.

I’ve relegated most of the little tasks associated with moving (ie closing my account with con-ed, damn energy prices) to an elaborate scheme of to-do lists and sticky notes. Hoping that I’ve accounted for everything – because I’m really looking forward to enjoying a mostly stress-free (though packing-filled) final few weeks in New York City.