Drama queen
I know, I'm saying so myself.
One of the emails I found:
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i started packing my things today. i have to move out of my apartment and i need to get rid of things i don't need for india. each year, as i sort through my life and throw away things that i don't need/want anyway, i go through a journey down memory lane. each item has a story, a history, a connection with another human. and i'm attached to it for one reason or another. but until now, i have never had a problem sifting through my belongings and choosing which parts of my life i will carry with me. it's a moment of bonding, be it some music, a book, or a piece of clothing.
this time, the retrospective journey is one of 5 years. i have to decide what i want to keep and what i want to leave behind in this country. the fact that i am moving has still not sunk in. the fact that i almost wrote an email selling my stereo brough tears to my eyes -- i couldn't let it go. the five years are flooding my eyes and my heart. this is the only adult life i know and love. it's hard to walk away from it.
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I've had no problem, whatsoever, re-accumulating tonnes of stuff here.
One of the emails I found:
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i started packing my things today. i have to move out of my apartment and i need to get rid of things i don't need for india. each year, as i sort through my life and throw away things that i don't need/want anyway, i go through a journey down memory lane. each item has a story, a history, a connection with another human. and i'm attached to it for one reason or another. but until now, i have never had a problem sifting through my belongings and choosing which parts of my life i will carry with me. it's a moment of bonding, be it some music, a book, or a piece of clothing.
this time, the retrospective journey is one of 5 years. i have to decide what i want to keep and what i want to leave behind in this country. the fact that i am moving has still not sunk in. the fact that i almost wrote an email selling my stereo brough tears to my eyes -- i couldn't let it go. the five years are flooding my eyes and my heart. this is the only adult life i know and love. it's hard to walk away from it.
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I've had no problem, whatsoever, re-accumulating tonnes of stuff here.
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