I hate unpacking. And packing. And moving. And being surrounded by crap I don’t use. Please don’t judge me to be a pack rat or (worse) a hoarder. No, this is just every day, run of the mill, can’t-get-rid-of-because-I-may-need-it-someday crap…
San Diego Charger’s legend LaDainian Tomlinson‘s Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year cover from 2006. Will I ever frame it and hang it in my man cave? Or shall it remain under the pile of unread magazines by my bed?
Leslie made this really cool butterfly out of crepe paper when she was in the credential program. Do you know how long this took her? Do you!?
Yearbooks from high school, research papers and old school projects. I am too much of a dork to get rid of this stuff but I did devote a significant (insignificant?) portion of my life toward their completion. Minus the yearbooks. Those were just expensive.
My broken yet still amazing C3P0 and R2D2 coin bank. I think you know what I’ll be doing with this.
Old games and Legos. Holding onto these for the kids which means I will be holding onto them for at least one more decade.
CDs. These kind of fall into the same category of old school stuff. I have little to no use for them any longer yet I can’t seem to let go. Damn you, youth memories!
And that’s a sample of what I’ve been hauling and moving and moving for the past six months. My back hurts.
