onefixedstar | Sep. 14th, 2005

I called my mother up after I got back from my vacation, and she told me gently that with all of the stuff from the house in Seattle now relocated to the Richmond Hill house, she no longer had room to store my fourteen boxes of stuff (mostly books). So last weekend I went up there to sort through it. Anything I can say about sorting through childhood memories seems very trite, so mostly I won't say it. I will, however, note that I had a strange urge to keep much of that stuff even though I haven't seen it in four years and will never use it again, and I fought the urge and probably threw out too much. Also, B is a saint--he came up with me and spent his entire Saturday alternating between watching me sort stuff in the basement and hanging out with my parents, and then drove me home and helped carry the boxes into my apartment, all without a word of complaint.

Today I wandered through the mall looking at fall fashions, and discovered that I could barely find a single item of clothing that I actually liked, even in stores where I liked the music. I think this means I'm going to have to hold onto last year's stuff, at least until I've been bombarded by the new fashions long enough for them to grow on me.