Moving

When you move out of your college pad of over a year and up to your parents house 3 hours away, you narrow down all of your stuff: “do I reaally need this many clothes I never wear, kitchen appliances I’ve never used, broken electronic equipment that I could probably do something really cool with, furniture I got out of the trash, etc. etc. etc. Then when you move out of your parent’s house to drive across the country to a new place where you’ve never been and will be staying in the guest bedroom of your supervisor, you narrow your stuff down a lot more. You only bring the BEAR essentials (intentional misspelling for humor purposes). Clothes that fit and that you can wear to work. Dishes, towels, a single chair, your computer, only 2 boxes of books, your dog and cat and their assorted sundries. Then, it is nearly October when you finally get your own place. It’s been since July 31st that you last slept in a bed that was yours without having to say “thanks” to anyone but yourself for picking out such a sweet place and sheets. (That’s a long time!) You’ve still only got the bare essentials, your trailer is completely bare. The two boxes of books didn’t amount to much on the shelf. You plug in your computer for the first time in 2 months, almost on a whim. You don’t need it anymore, but maybe you could play some tunes for the unpacking process. And your computer desktop has EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER PUT ON IT STILL IN THE SAME PLACE!@# I don’t need this crap! My desktop literally only has 2 columns left of bare space on the far right that isn’t covered with icons. I feel like a million tons of bricks just landed on me. I want to fdisk my computer. All I really need is my music, which is nearly all on my mp3 player. Oh and my pictures and my internet favorites. *Sigh* I’m not dealing with this right now.