Packing Garbage.

It's moving time again.  (If that's news to you, the news is breaking here! Excitement!)  So I started packing today.  With two months until the moving truck gets here, the house is already a disaster.  Admittedly more of a disaster today, as tomorrow Noelle and MG are dressing up as princesses for a two year old's birthday party, and there is a home-made wand craft-session in full swing.  Our half-packed belongings fight for breathing room amid hanging pastel dresses, crinoline, lace, feathers and petticoats.

One drawer down.  The CD's.  So square, so boxy, so easy to stack in another square boxy thing.  CD's begin the warm-up routine of storing and shedding to the extensive combination of mental and physical exertion that constitutes the moving process.

One of the CD's was coated in thin cellophane and I recognized it as a Christmas gift I had recived some 7 to 8 years prior.  Something about an unopened object feels poignant in my "possessed by moving" mind-frame. 

Already I can see a significant amount of things that are destined to become garbage.  It always happens.  I pack things up, move them hundreds or thousands of miles, and unpack them -- only to immediately throw much of it away.  Why could I not think to do that before it was moved?  An eternal mystery.  Until now.  Now I don't care what it is -- if it is not classifiable as "NECESSARY" I ain't movin' it.  This idealism is admittedly partially due to certain "By the cubic foot" moving rates, but I have also developed a genuine and creeping horror about the amount of garbage I generate.

Then I saw this video, and it confirmed everything I've ever suspected about stuff.  If you haven't seen it...here it is!  Or for you analogue types, the book is also thoroughly delightful.  (below video) 

Maybe if I never use it, my unwrapped CD will become collectible instead of garbage.