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I own too much stuff. I hardly use much of it. That is what I have learned in the process of moving.

I have already slimmed down my wardrobe from the four duffle bags I transported to one.

My plush collection is harder to donate and part from. But it takes up a lot of space so even some of them are in the donation box.

Its books that are the hardest. I have long been a die-hard advocate for printed books rather then digital. However, I cannot deny that an e-reader takes a lot less space then traditional books. I have my eye on an older Kindle Keyboard.

As soon as I get my god damn workman's comp checks. To be fair that might be the post offices fault.

Fortunately my roommate is my mother who is merciful, and as she puts it, my credit is good.

I still have lots to sort, but the new place is home. It is more home then anywhere I have slept in a long time.