Amidst all of this Internet chaos and moving things around, I’ve also been undergoing some other serious changes. For one, we’ve just moved from a house into an apartment. The new place is very spacious and a friggin’ steal for what we’re paying, but I still have the urge to throw away a lot of things. I’m a minimalist, though you wouldn’t know it from looking at the clutter on my computer desk. I like things to be simple, neat and presentable. I don’t know from whence I picked that one up, given that my dad’s a bit of a packrat and my mom’s probably got mail from a year ago sitting around the house. But while I’m trying to figure out the nicest-looking layout for my furniture and how to best accommodate guests, I’m also throwing out a lot of things from my wardrobe. I’ve discovered I have too many books to fit on the only bookshelf I wanted to save, but I refuse to get rid of books, because I do hang onto the written word like a fiend, even my old high-school literature notes. What? They’ll come in handy someday, just wait and see.
Things are looking up. »