That time again

I'm moving in six weeks. To normal people, that's a long time. Loads of time to pack, to ponder what to bring and what to toss. For me? That is SO SOON! I am the queen of anal retentive at good times, at times like these... I get a bit crazy.

My room looks like a tornado hit. I finally bought a shredder, and shredded many reams of paper that should have been destroyed and tossed ages ago. I have every utility bill I ever received, for example- they do not need to be kept! So out it went. As did most of my writing from high school and college, and ALL of my notes from classes. I kept some fun creative writing from when I was a kid, and of course I couldn't get rid of all my more interesting papers. But most of it? Tossed. I had two large vertical file containers (plastic ones), and I consolidated all of it into one container. This is brilliant. But I haven't brought down the two bags of diamond-cut paper yet. I still haven't touched my other plastic containers or the boxes that are stored in the basement- and I suspect many of them contain things that need to be given away or thrown. It really is a good thing that I'm moving into a studio apartment. It gives me the impetus I've been needing for years to finally declutter and destroy the evidence of my packrat past.

Don't worry, the yarn isn't getting tossed! I have been destashing with some success, mostly on Ravelry but also by completing some projects. But I have a long way to go. In fact, let's not think about that.

On a more important and inter-related note, I can't find my digital camera. It has disappeared amidst the packing! I have no evidence of Jeanie's progress, or my amazingly fast and yet slow progress on Autumn Rose. I never took photos of Wisp (or blocked it, cough). The camera has photos of completed gifts on it that have never been uploaded to Flickr. In general, I need to find the camera and use it.

If the camera has gone the way of my perfect black purse, which seems to have been lost in my room, then I will find it at some point in the packing process. Otherwise, I get to buy a new one. But paying for a new couch is higher on the priority list over a camera. Having a place to sit and knit trumps evidence of knitting progress. Barely.

This is going to be a nutty six weeks! Nutty, but fun.