Friday, August 19, 2005
So I'm moving again. It seems odd because it was only but a short four months ago that I moved in here in the first place. Ah, relocation; the examination of one's life packed into cardboard boxes and much-too-heavy suitcases; the obnoxious announcement that the summer is indeed ending. And whilst I'm folding away all the remnants of what is my life here, there is irony in that everything I own is sorted accordingly under a hierarchy of how immaterial these material things are. Things I love to death in one suitcase, things I keep just for the hell of it in another. And on top of it all, I've got a little box full of priceless things [among which includes the journal, a picture of my daddy, the songbook, my first plane ticket to Canada, various notes and warm fuzzies], things that are inevitably tied to the life that allowed for me. My life covered in recyclable boxes of scattered things.
All this in addition to the fact that my arms are throbbing and bruised from all this unusual exertion and activity. I feel like a bloody walking pinata. Ah, party animal pity.
sherry @ 4:11:00 pm
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