Nothing makes you want to purge all of your worldly possessions quite like moving.
Lifting box after box, I found myself keeping a mental list of my possessions I would consider a "must move."
Not many items made the list.
At first I was sad about this. Then as I thought, I wondered how much crap people accumulate and drag about their life that has no meaning or value. Probably more than they are willing to admit. Or even realize...until you have to move it.
If my apartment was on fire, Aly and Otis were safe and I had the opportunity to grab items that had to be saved, they would be:
1. My grandfather's mid century tobacco chest
2. Bootsie - my early 80s La-Z-Boy recliner
3. My dad's 1980 ten speed Schwinn
A debatable fourth would be my trunk of photographs. But, honestly, that thing is fricking heavy.
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