I have too much stuff. Stuff I would gladly give away...if I only knew what my future held. I was doing some weird spinster version of nesting over the holidays and I now own a stack of awesome appliances still in their boxes. It's as if my subconscious thought it might be a good idea to become domesticated. I have a dozen hope chests worth of hopeful belongings, but as a completely unattached and uncommitted individual, I'm not exactly sure what I am still hoping for?
And it makes moving take tooooooooo long!
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