i have this ridiculous emotional attatchment to everything i own. it seems to be the source of my pack rat tendencies.
i never really noticed it much until i started college, where every few months i have to move to a new apartment or back home. when it comes the time to move, i have to box everything up and come to the difficult decision of whether to keep or trash the items i have collected over the last few months. and it sucks. because it’s really hard for me. i sit there on the ground sifting one by one through items that only mean so much to me because of the memories they represent.
and that’s why i hate packing. it makes me tired.
and now that i think of it, i don’t know how i accumulate so many things over just a 9 month stay at an apartment.
but anyway, i accidentally left one of my favorite mugs in the bathroom of beckman yesterday after i finished cleaning it, and this morning when i returned to work, it was gone.
it’s so silly to have a favorite mug. i know.
so i went on this search for it. and made a flyer titled “lost mug.” and still haven’t found it. i guess it’s gone.
and i can’t help but laugh at myself for being so ridiculously distraught over a lost mug. goodness. what’s wrong with me?
RAVE// grey’s is so good.
RANT// waking up is hard.