So I started packing my stuff tonight.
When I moved here (a year and a couple of months ago), all of my stuff could fit in my (small) car. Other than a couple of pieces of furniture that I intend to keep, it almost still could. Of course, that's after deciding that quite a bit of stuff is trash.
That's ok, though. This time Dad's truck is available.
If you can't figure it out, I got a place.
Later,
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
You never realize how much crap you have until you need to move
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Later,
Worldly possessions are meaningless.
Hey, I think I might have a pair of your pants. They're 38x30's Wrangler or something. They're not mine. I think that I might have picked them up there in Wyoming - maybe mom thought they were mine. They might not be yours either. They might be a certain pair that's been haunting me for some time. I thought that I'd finally gotten rid of them, but they must have found their way back into my bag (if they're not yours).
Well, if they're yours let me know. I'll send them back with mom or something. If they're not yours, they're going in the trash.
So, are you going to update the location stated in your profile?
Oh, and I think it'd be cool if you moved a little closer to Jackson Hole to provide a place for siblings to stay during ski trips.
Ski Telluride. Liz can get you 1/2 off lift tickets and 1/4 off rentals
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