The longest I've ever lived in any place (besides my parent's house) used to be one year.
I'd
sign a year-lease and move out by the first of the thirteenth month or
I'd cancel my lease early and have to pay all these penalty fees,
including my deposit because of roommate issues (did I ever tell you
story about how I went to Europe for a few weeks and came home to find
my beloved goldfish floating belly up in a tank of beer? Or how about
morning I woke up to a roommate naked on the foot of my bed, next to a
neat little puddle of his own vomit? AND A GOOD MORNING TO YOU, SIR!)
or neighborhood issues (did I ever tell you the story about the
helicopter that landed on my roof c/o your basic garden variety drug
bust? Or what about the time the neighborhood kilt-wearing flasher
chased me to the front door of my apartment completely naked from the
waist down? No?) or just because I found a greater deal on a greater
apartment with more bang for the buckage.
That was up until we moved where we are currently living, more than three and a half years ago holy shit that's a long time.
One
of the major pluses of moving every year is that it is impossible to
accumulate stuff - one is basically forced to sort through and discard
superfluous goods and items while packing for the move, which I love.
And which up until yesterday I haven't had a reason to do.
No
we're not moving. But Archer's twin bed did arrive and with it the fire
under my ass to go through EEEEEEVVVVVERRRRYTHING to make room for
Fable.
Since Fable's birth, she's been sleeping on our
bed, sharing a dresser with me and a closet with Archer's walls (I've
been hanging her dresses on the various hooks and nails around Archer's
room because there's no closet in Archer's room.) Basically, Fable has
yet to have any space of her own, including a crib. (Her crib is
Archer's old crib which has been converted into a toddler bed for some
time.)
Yesterday, when the twin mattress arrived to our
no-space-place (the storage bed-frame will be here any day oy vey) I
figured it was time to dig through dust-bunnies and get rid of
everything that wasn't totally beloved.
Two hours later?
I had eight trash-bags full of toys, stuffed animals, changing items,
blankets and pajamas to donate to local shelter which HOLY SHIT! How in
the...?
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