So, I have been working on my room and I have managed to go through all of clothes but for some reason there appears to be little to no evidence of any sort of progress in project "Clean out Rowan's room." Part of the problem is that our moving sale isn't until July 12/13, so whatever I decide I want to get rid of can't actually be moved anywhere. It limits my sense of accomplishment because my junk is still sitting in my room and looks decidedly worse since it is now in garbage bags.
It's perhaps poetic in a way to think that after my divorce, about a year and a half ago, I came to live in my garage room and brought all of my possessions with me in garbage bags. They were stacked, filling up about half the room. It took me several months to go through them and set my room up, making it homey. Now I'm once again putting my life's accumulation of things into garbage bags, only this time the goal is to rid myself of everything that I don't need or that doesn't have sentimental significance. I am once again a bag lady, this time on a journey back to the basics of a self-hood that will not be determined by material objects.
Here is a lovely Erykah Badu song about being burdened by baggage.
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You and Kurd kind of have similar writing voices, I think.
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