Moving

I'm in the process of moving again. This is at least the 15th place I've lived, in the span of my near 30 year life. Safe to say, I move just about every other year. Holy hell, I just can't settle, can I? 😲

Moving is a crappy process, but I've gone through it so many times, and re-evaluated my life and possessions just as many times, and it makes you wonder what's really important. What do you take, and what do you leave behind? Sentimental crap? Necessities? Are the sentimental things just as important as the other bullshit?

I think about all the niknaks I've taken with me all the years, but what exactly is it? What's really needed to be you at a new place? Somewhere else, where the goal is to preserve your entity.

I've had clothes I've been lugging around for 10 years at least. Some Iron Maiden shirts, band T's, etc. Since I suck at doing laundry, I kinda wore some of them the fuck out, but whatev. I also have a few boxes of junk. I need to get rid of some of it still, but tis the dilemma of being human. You hold onto some shit, even though you don't have a reason for it.

It's a bunch of what-ifs, as if I'd possibly need it later, but I don't. I'll never need that fucking blond wig, or those firecrackers that probably don't even work, or those 90s spiderman cards, but fuck it. I'll keep my shit, because it's mine, and I need it.

Of course, I could never part with my dvds. At one point in my life, it was a quest to collect all the coolest movies I could think of. That became my reason to live. I would buy all sorts of dvds of movies I liked, but after a while, it becomes a little more complicated. You find yourself buying shit you don't even like so much, because you fall into the habit of buying dvds and collecting shit. I collected a lot of dvds, and while some of them are fucking dumb movies that I might never watch again... in an ideal world, I just might want to watch them, or at least I thought so at one point.

In the end though, I still don't think a dvd of Paul Blart will do me any favors. There are still only a few horror classics worth owning, but I'll keep my dvds, and do you know why? Because I'm a lazy fuck, and I stare at screens all day. Besides, sometimes, the internet goes out, so I have to resort to stuff I know and trust. Hence, the dvd collection stays.

Other than clothes and junk, I tend not to have much furniture, so I just pick myself up and go. This move wont be too bad though. It's really close, and I can still walk to work. Preferably bike there now, but basically, not much changes. Same me, different home.



Anyone else move a lot? Or have you never moved at all?
Go ahead and rant about it.