Today I was talking to my mother on the phone. I told I was getting rid of almost everything I owned. All my furniture, a trunkload full of clothes and household things, three paper grocery bags of books. I like my stuff; I'm not a packrat, I use most of it, but I'm moving on Friday and there's not going to be any room for all of it. This is a big deal for me.
My mom, who is a packrat, can relate. She said, "Wow. It's like a colon cleanse!"
How poetic: I am getting rid of a lot of old shit.