Sunday, May 8, 2011
almost a hoarder
I am so ashamed of myself. I literally spent my entire Sunday sorting and cleaning tons and tons of clothing, shoes, purses, scarves... you get the picture. I found stuff that I didn't know still existed and clearly haven't worn in years...years. For instance, I counted 20+ t-shirts that have been in the same damn, plastic container I originally packed them in, to come to school. Who the hell needs 20+ t-shirts? Ridiculous. Even better, I had shoes that were literally falling apart and I seriously tried to justify keeping them! "These are so fly... no one will notice that the fabric is splitting". Insanity.
What prompted this massive undertaking? Three different reasons: 1) I have to pack to go home to VA for two weeks (yay -- I miss Jason, my family, and crazy friends), 2) I have to pack for my 3 month internship in NYC (wohoo summer in the city), and 3) I have to pack for my summer tenants (praise God I don't have to cover two rents this summer). My family is right. I am like a gypsy. I am always on the move. Oh and I have to do all of this before I leave Ithaca on Thursday. FML.
Under normal circumstances (i.e. circumstances involving me not being in business school), this wouldn't be such a big deal. But I have finally had a moment to breath and actual hours to myself. Having this time to myself has now caused me to stress out and just starting thinking about how much I miss having a "normal life". Yes I brought this on myself and yes, there is no way I could have turned down this opportunity to come to school on a full-ride, but I often find myself reflecting on all of this when I have time to just think.
Anyway, back to the hoarding. I have 2 full, black, plastic bags for the Salvation Army (another one that is halfway full) and a pile of items I am trying to sell on eBay. I figured, if I am going to give them away, might as well try to make a quick buck if I can.
So I am sitting here on my sofa, surrounded by bags of clothes, clean clothes folded in random piles on the floor, bras hanging from chairs, and all I can do is laugh.
Did I mention I need to scrub this apartment from top to bottom too?