Thursday, July 26, 2007
Sore Spot
In a nearly-perfect-yet-somewhat-inconvenient bit of timing, the charger to my cellphone stopped working today. Obviously I wasn't going to use it again after Saturday but I was assuming I'd have it available for the next two days. And it is precisely because I am leaving that I will not spend $25 to replace it. So please, if you want to contact me use e-mail or call me at my father's number.
My dental work was completed today, leaving me sore inside for what I hope to be the last time. This morning's session was particularly difficult and I'm not sure why; the previous two appointments were dealt with pretty smoothly and with relatively little discomfort. I blame my own nerves for the unpleasantness, for I suspect I was so anxious about wrapping this up that I psyched myself into hyper-sensitivity. Don't ask me why I would do something like that.
My sister came by last night and helped me go through my accumulated stuff. I had a big problem trying to deal with all my things: obviously there's a lot of items I will need in Japan but it is impossible to take them all with me on the plane. So all of my possessions sort into three categories: pack, throw away, or ship to myself. Salena's advice was crucial in getting most things into that second pile. That unwillingness to part with unnecessary keepsakes is a bad habit that I think traces back to my childhood. Growing up in a suburban house, as I did, there was a tendency to save as much as possible because there was always room in a closet or under a bed or on top of something in the corner. Some of my things had been packed away in a box since I left my apartment three years ago. Why have I been holding onto it for so long? I couldn't say, and Salena helped me realize that.
Tomorrow I must begin packing. There's no other way around it. I must begin the process of putting everything into a suitcase, no matter how weird that's gonna feel. Yet I still need to buy gifts to bring abroad and I should really get that iPod ready for the flight! Maybe I should stop sleeping now and just wait until I get on the plane...
My dental work was completed today, leaving me sore inside for what I hope to be the last time. This morning's session was particularly difficult and I'm not sure why; the previous two appointments were dealt with pretty smoothly and with relatively little discomfort. I blame my own nerves for the unpleasantness, for I suspect I was so anxious about wrapping this up that I psyched myself into hyper-sensitivity. Don't ask me why I would do something like that.
My sister came by last night and helped me go through my accumulated stuff. I had a big problem trying to deal with all my things: obviously there's a lot of items I will need in Japan but it is impossible to take them all with me on the plane. So all of my possessions sort into three categories: pack, throw away, or ship to myself. Salena's advice was crucial in getting most things into that second pile. That unwillingness to part with unnecessary keepsakes is a bad habit that I think traces back to my childhood. Growing up in a suburban house, as I did, there was a tendency to save as much as possible because there was always room in a closet or under a bed or on top of something in the corner. Some of my things had been packed away in a box since I left my apartment three years ago. Why have I been holding onto it for so long? I couldn't say, and Salena helped me realize that.
Tomorrow I must begin packing. There's no other way around it. I must begin the process of putting everything into a suitcase, no matter how weird that's gonna feel. Yet I still need to buy gifts to bring abroad and I should really get that iPod ready for the flight! Maybe I should stop sleeping now and just wait until I get on the plane...
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