i've always hated packing.
today, i have started cleaning up and packing stuff into boxes. it feels semi good. good because it feels like two hours at the gym, but only semi good because you're not quite 'there yet'. have thrown out Ravi's old school notes, all magazines other than National Geographic, bridal mags and my favourite issue of Vogue with the lovely Cate Blanchett on the cover. you find old photographs you forget about, even photographs of Ravi's hot ex Korean girlfriend. he told me to throw it away, sweet as that suggestion was, it's not mine to throw away - i've set it aside for him.
i've thrown out so much crap that the large box, up to my thigh, is already ebullient with incinerator-bound rubbish. i will pack them into plastic bags to throw down the chute - leaving a big box like that out on the streets attracts scavengers of all kinds.
and while going through Ravi's past travel receipts/documents, i found this little gem -
do they have a Good Deeds General Manager to help defight Vice?
one day down, several more boxes to go.
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it makes me sad to look at the familar apartment with boxes all over it. wish i could have helped.
i'm pretty sure i'm gonna cry when i lock this house up one, last time. how we have grown to love this place.
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