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I've just been on a mad cleaning frenzy. I have had 3 1/2 hours sleep but I just had to start sifting through my stuff to figure out what stays and what goes. A* has been asking me advice about how to throw stuff away. It's made me stop and think. Books I've never opened - out they go, especially if they're the ones I got for cheap in the used section of bookstores. If I can't remember the basic plot of a book, out it goes. But I can not bring myself to part with the poetry books.
I got rid of most of the wedding preparation paper nightmare. We're married, so there. I don't need info on a bridal registry I never used or the addresses of friends who have probably moved since 2000.
It was hard to look at my box of translation resumes and cover letters. I went to school for French to English translation, but I never really tried hard enough to make a living as a translator. Guess it wasn't meant to be.
Four months until we move. I had to start somewhere. The dictionary that ends at "W"? My grandfather gave it to me when I was 10. It says so on the first page. That's one of the oldest things I own. But what good is a large, heavy, falling apart incomplete dictionary? I feel like if I give that away, I'm giving up words and breath. Language is so important to me. But do I schlep it all the way to California? I think I'll leave that to my next cleaning frenzy.
I got rid of most of the wedding preparation paper nightmare. We're married, so there. I don't need info on a bridal registry I never used or the addresses of friends who have probably moved since 2000.
It was hard to look at my box of translation resumes and cover letters. I went to school for French to English translation, but I never really tried hard enough to make a living as a translator. Guess it wasn't meant to be.
Four months until we move. I had to start somewhere. The dictionary that ends at "W"? My grandfather gave it to me when I was 10. It says so on the first page. That's one of the oldest things I own. But what good is a large, heavy, falling apart incomplete dictionary? I feel like if I give that away, I'm giving up words and breath. Language is so important to me. But do I schlep it all the way to California? I think I'll leave that to my next cleaning frenzy.
