I am moving in less than a week. I am moving 20 minutes away, so it’s hard to take the actual moving process seriously. Of course, that’s partly because I hate moving so very much. I hope no one actually likes it. Because it’s the worst. If we don’t all have individual pods within 100 years – pods that can be decorated how we want and conveniently driven from place to place – I will consider civilization a failed experiment.
For my part, I don’t plan to take very much with me. A desk. A couch. An air mattress. Some clothes. It’s all expendable, replaceable, forgettable. Frankly, the only two things that have me up at night at this point – really the only things at all – are:
1. My coffee conveyance. I am considering downsizing that in general but I’ll definitely need to have something. Something to make coffee with. French press is sounding like the best idea but there does need to be something.
2. My music. I have two hard drives with all my music on them. And I remember all my previous moves and the need to find a good way to keep the music in one place and transport it from one place to another – I don’t know of anything that reasonably carried that much music, frankly. Now that it’s all digital, it’s much easier to move. And in terms of what I need in my new place, there just isn’t much. Except my music. And it is most of what I have. I just don’t have very much furniture, very many appliances, very much in the way of clothing. Yes, after looking back over 38 years of life, really all I have to show for it is thousands and thousands of songs. That’s it.
And I am more than OK with that.
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