Little Pieces

I am anticipating my move back to Portland with excitement and dread. I am not looking forward to packing up my life again, and at the same time, I love moving into new spaces, making them beautiful and mine. And this time it will be even more fun because I know how much space I have to pack all of my random little things into and onto. I have this thing where I don't like to get rid of things... ever. In fact, there are still boxes sitting around my house that are full of all the stuff I am supposedly getting rid of, yet I keep taking things out of them to keep. Ok, I admit it... again... I am a packrat. But some of the little pieces of clutter I have make me so happy and are so beautiful, who wouldn't love them? The rest of the stuff... well that I keep just in case I need it for a project or something, or because I plan to make a project of some kind with them. I am planning on going on another camping trip tomorrow, I can't wait!

Packratism

The following are signs that you may be a packrat:

You bring so much stuff with you to college that it barely fits in the car and you have to sit on your brother's lap on the way home (because he is bigger).

You have 5+ years worth of magazines sitting in your closet, read, just waiting to be "cut up," which never happens.

This is about half your book collection.

All these hangers (and more) are used for your jackets, and various other clothes, the oldest of which are from when you were 12 or 13.

Don't worry, I'm getting rid of most of my stuff and giving up being a packrat (yeah right). But at least I'm trying.