I don’t really think that either Kevin or I are pack rats but, without a doubt, we have lugged around our share of unnecessary junk during various moves. I remember moving to Virginia from L.A. with everything I owned fitting into my little Ford Escort. It felt so free. So wonderful. So manageable.
Not so much anymore. Now we have furniture and things like crock pots and lawn mowers. And toys. Did I mention toys?
Kevin and I were sorting through stuff over the weekend. We decided to toss a few things and de-junk our lives a little bit.
First there was the tassel from my law school graduation.
K: “Do we need to keep this anymore?”
A: “I’ll get rid of that if you get rid of that big box full of 4-H ribbons.”
K: “Okay, point well taken.”
A: “Seriously, let’s get rid of your ribbons. I’ll take a picture of you with all those hundreds of ribbons spilling out of your lap. You’ll be so cute.”
K: “I am so not allowing that picture to happen. It will probably end up on your blog or something.”
And then there was the floppy disc labeled “Amy-Personal.”
K: “Amy, I don’t even think we own technology that will enable us to read this disc anymore.”
A: “Okay, toss it.”
And then there was a book, written in 1992, titled “The Coming Economic Earthquake.” We both agreed that we could definitely toss that, even if it was prophetic!
And then Kevin found a portion of my journal from after we first started dating. I will confess it’s the closest thing to a diary I have ever kept. He greatly enjoyed reading every word of it—out loud—while I carefully wrapped stemware in newspaper.
Moving is such a big pain. But it was fun to reminisce with Kev. Good times.