i think i can...
quiet day. went for a long walk to get the week started right. it was nice. haven't done too much, but i'm kinda sorting through a bunch of junk, throwing away as much as i can and trying to find the right place for the things to keep. i tend to accumulate a lot of stuff and i didn't sort through things very well with the last move, so in some cases i'm going through as much as five years worth of papers and misc. junk. it's not that big of a job, though. i'm trying to shed as much as possible, and in some ways it's kinda nice to get rid of the excess baggage, but some of the things are bringing up old and recent memories alike and i'm feeling pretty sentimental. as much as i like change and to travel, i really hate leaving people behind, and this time is one of the most difficult. a lot of these friends from the past couple years are the ones who helped me come out, they're the ones who were there for me, who gave me strength, laughs, blah blah blah. and really, they're some of the first friends i had to make -- many of the others were provided by church or living arrangements. i put myself out there for these. and it's sad to think that eventually they'll be reduced to memories and a bag full of ticket stubs and programs and maybe a few pictures saved on my hard drive. and yes, i plan to have something of a new life, make new friends, have new experiences while i'm in kansas city (for however long that may be), but... *sigh* i really hate this.
i had no idea that that last kotq challenge would be so apt. i swear i didn't plan it that way.
it really is nice, though, shedding the layers. in some ways it's a little liberating. last night we loaded up my dad's truck and my brother's car and sent the first load of stuff home. most of it was books, haha. i think there were 9 or 10 boxes of books and i still have a box or two here that wouldn't fit. now i have to pack up all the other stuff, or at least get it ready to be packed. we got quite a few of the larger furniture things out, so my apartment feels kinda empty despite those stacks of papers that i'm sorting through spread out over the floor. and that emptiness kinda makes the other feelings ^up there^ a little more harsh. believe it or not, i really am trying to be optimistic. maybe some ice cream and buffy will help.
day four. your favorite book.
if i can't pick a favorite movie or song, how the hell do you expect a bookworm to pick a favorite book? oy. there are so many. how could i leave out winnie-the-pooh or the little prince or the beast in the jungle or don quixote or lord of the rings or narnia or jane austen or or or or.... etc. but, if i must, and there's no surprise which it would be, it's harry potter.
huh. i really have a thing for british writers, don't i?