We’ve been hanging out here with Grandma and Grandpa for the past two weeks. It’s been fun, but I had kind of forgotten what -20 C plus wind chill is like. I nearly froze my face off with that little mistake!
I’ve been slowly going through all the old boxes of books and papers and random miscellaneous crap that I left with my parents when I left to go to University, and then left to go to Ireland. Now I’m trying to decide if I really want to leave all this stuff behind for good, or pack it around with me for the rest of my life. Sigh. It’s a strange sort of emotional archaeology, and an interesting process for me. I’m tending towards ruthless (after all, if I haven’t missed it in the past five years, do I REALLY need this stuff?) but I have a soft spot for old letters, journals and high school yearbooks.
I struggled long and hard over all my old textbooks, which I faithfully kept through the years instead of selling second hand to recoup some of my cash. Eventually I decided that it was a similar sentiment to keeping all my old notebooks full of hieroglyphic math equations and highlighted psych definitions – a way of proving to myself that once upon a time I was an intellectual and actually understood and remembered all this stuff. Sigh. Into the garage sale bin they went, although I am not really sure who else is going to want out of date textbooks.

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