Well, unemployment has officially begun (technically, it’s been six days already, but since it was a holiday weekend it took a bit of time to completely sink in). The good news is, my new adventure starts in four days – I leave for Boulder on Saturday!
My fourth of July weekend was full of all the great eats, drinks and lazy afternoon naps that truly define a relaxed lake vacation:
[gin and tonics on the dock at sunset]
[fun, fourth of July themed food – these weren’t at our party, but I wish they had been!]
[general dock-side relaxation – that’s my man catching some rays!]
Alas, all good things must come (crashing) to an end, and today finds me sitting in the middle of my room, surrounded by literally every piece of clothing, literature and general crap I have accumulated since approximately the age of twelve. In case you’re wondering, that is an almost unthinkable quantity of STUFF. My goal this week is to pare down these piles, in the interest of not weighing down my poor minivan on the drive out to Colorado this weekend, but also to generally decrease the vast collection of clutter that I have shamelessly added to for the past ten or eleven years. Isn’t that a fascinating way to spend time? No, seriously, let me tell you more.
It’s a process. To put it mildly.
This week may find me in a bit of a hiatus from blogging, since my life is sure to be a little boring what with my daily wading through mountains of Teen People magazines, leg warmers (I was barely ALIVE in the 80’s, I really don’t understand…), and approximately 40,000 pairs of old flip-flops. Forgive me in advance – starting next week, I have a whole new adventure to chronicle! Every day it gets a little bit closer…
How many of you have had to engage in this dreary, time-consuming business of cleaning out your childhood? Did you find anything particularly interesting/horrifying/hilarious/traumatizing/fill-in-the-blank over the course of the process? Regale me as I go on this journey alone in my house, trapped in our one air-conditioned cell (thankfully, my bedroom).