I know that nobody reads this, and it's for the best really. I suppose I like this venue for the sake of anonymity and that. Anyways, compelled to state how much stuff we have to send to the Salvation Army or whatever. There is a huge pile of it on one side of the apartment, and now that I've started looking through things at the house as I unpack, I am generating a pile there, as well. I am being completely merciless, too, as I said I would be. It's amazing actually, how freely I am feeling about getting rid of stuff. I mean, it has always felt good to purge and unburden oneself of such materials, however now, it feels particularly liberating because it is coming so easily. Honestly, I am shocked at how I just feel like, "Eh, I don't need that, don't need that, not attached to that." It's funny, because I love so many of my things, I guess I'm just really, really serious about weeding out the superfluous items and eliminating the clutter, but it's almost a little disconcerting. Nearly everything I come across I feel like I could do without. Maybe it's because so much time has passed and things no longer hold the same signifigance, or I can look back to the bigger picture/end result. Also, there's this overwhelming desire to put all of the chickenbox items in a box all together and pack that away. While all that means the world to me, and I would never devalue it or forget it, or throw anything away, I also don't feel like I want that spectre hanging over things at the new house. I mean, after all, this entire moving exercise is part of the de-Farley-fication process (which I did not start). So I want it to be very much established that this residence is a new and separate entity, and not just in regards to stuff with Rob, but all of it, the OCD, the bullshit on so many fronts. You wouldn't believe the shit that I found, rubbish that I had written lamenting my OCD and wasted time and clutter and all manner of nonsense. Much like Morrissey who decided to leave the criminally shy, retiring Steven in the dimly lit Salford bedroom, so too do I want cast off that shell, those shackles of the past, personified, prehaps, by the materials from that age, and keep things clean and crisp.

So my plan is to continue going through things here at the house now, and condensce as much as possible.