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baronessekatas I stand in the spare room of my apartment, black bags of garbage to one side of me, clear bags of laundry to the other side of me, sewing gizmos behind me and a room full of crap in front of me I find myself thinking...
You know... the Doma is fully furnished. Do I really need or want this stuff anyway?
It would be so much easier just to bag it all and curb it on Thursday.
Yes it would be nice to just "start over" but then I think of the books that are on the far bookcase that I want because they are scribal or garb research. The glass unicorn my grandparents got me one year while they went on a trip to Mexico, the multitude of eeyores and wolves.
Then of course there is all the fabric waiting to be made into garb.
No, I can't just junk it all.
I will junk a lot of it. But not all.
While it will feel good at the moment. In the end I would be upset at the loss.
I have to remember to think long range, not instant gratification.
Besides... who needs to breathe?
You know... the Doma is fully furnished. Do I really need or want this stuff anyway?
It would be so much easier just to bag it all and curb it on Thursday.
Yes it would be nice to just "start over" but then I think of the books that are on the far bookcase that I want because they are scribal or garb research. The glass unicorn my grandparents got me one year while they went on a trip to Mexico, the multitude of eeyores and wolves.
Then of course there is all the fabric waiting to be made into garb.
No, I can't just junk it all.
I will junk a lot of it. But not all.
While it will feel good at the moment. In the end I would be upset at the loss.
I have to remember to think long range, not instant gratification.
Besides... who needs to breathe?
