The move is complete. Now comes... The Unpacking. The first thing to be unpacked was the kitchen. Or was it toilet paper?? Anyway, I am now down to things I didn't know what to do with before I moved and most likely should have thrown away.
My new place doesn't have a great spot to feature my Erik Estrada shrine, my lock of Bonnie Raitt's hair (not the blonde streak), my Aerosmith spandex sampler or any of the other items I have in my possession that really do belong in a museum for all the world to see. These things rightfully belong in the trash, but I haven't been able to part with them. My junk drawer is only "so big". I have an idea... I will place these treasures in a box, seal it up, then place it in my garage only to open it before each move. Bring on the Sharpie, I have another box to label!
I am not advocating hoarding, don't get me wrong. I am just a proponent of saving valuables of extreme historical significance until I die so my children can throw them away without thinking twice. Yes, they will throw away my Weird Al Yankovic ticket stubs as they look through my belongings for the errant 20 dollar bill. They will be more than disappointed in my collection of Arby's Care Bear glasses.
Maybe keep this little blog in mind the next time you tell yourself... "I might need that..."
Now, excuse me as I seal up another box for the garage. "Beanie Babies"
