Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Moving on....

I cried. I purged the apt. I drank coffee. And now I feel better.
There's nothing like unloading 10 bags of garbage out of your life.

4 Comments:

Anonymous roo said...

Yeah, I have apartment bulimia too.

3:57 AM  
Blogger V said...

Oh, for the love of storage!

8:59 AM  
Anonymous JenfromBoston said...

"apt. bulimia"- heh.
me too. I live in a converted mansion (don't I sound so fancy?) that was built in 1870. back in the day, apparently they only had 3 outfits and by the size of my linen closets, the towels were the size of a washcloth. Then it was used as a convent which makes even more sense(not exactly a material driven lot). During last year's blizzard, I got bored and took pics - I shoud post them. The closets would make you weep.

Fortunately, I lve w/ someone who is NOT a packrat, and has taught me a certain "feng shui" approach.
I'm always dontating to goodwill and reorganizing when I start to feel like everythign is closing in on me (usually signalled by my swearing when all the shit falls out of the closet).

12:22 PM  
Blogger V said...

Ah yes....i have kamikaze tupperware myself.
A converted mansion, eh? Wow. I live in a converted shit-hole.

Oh wait....it hasn't been converted yet.

12:37 PM  

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