W.'s gone only 3 days and it feels like an eternity. So.. I keep myself busy by continuously putting things away. The monotonous task of going through your things and finding a new home for them.. ugh. While slightly enjoyable being in a new dwelling, it's daunting to realize you have so much (and I don't even have a lot!). It's the smaller things that are most annoying; where do I want to put those...post-it notes? #firstworldproblems
We're still discussing months/dates for me to move. He's ultimately leaving the decision up to me. We talked about it again last night and I have a month/date in mind, but still kicking it around. Also looking at flight costs.
I'm overwhelmed; how am I supposed to get rid of everything - everything - in a span of (a potential) 3 months? I had a hard enough time doing it when I was moving from Apt A to House B. I have to let go of my entire life - a life I've become attached to in a city I love. How do I decide what to ship? If I ship /this/, should I also ship /that/? What's the line?
It's funny; when we were sitting at Union Station on the last leg of his journey, we were waiting for the GO train (to meet my friend to go to the airport). I contemplated going with him (not even lying, even if it was just for a brief second). I had my Dutch passport on me, 2 days worth of clothes, my purse and ID. I was good to go. He put it a bit in perspective, said that I'd just 'left' everything behind (books, clothes, stereo, whatever) and everything that I can't currently decide about. Aside from pictures maybe, there was nothing I felt I needed to rush back for (to be honest, he was the one who brought that up). All I could think of was, "Well, I feel bad for having to leave my stuff for someone else to get rid of. That's not right."
Perspective. Attachment. When is something important to you, and why?
Something came up and I have to jet. Ending this blog post. Gotta run!