Good lord. I think I made about ten phone calls today. I probably received about five on top of that? No more qualms about talking on the phone anymore, it’s just faster. I have to transfer services or cancel them outright so Chuanyuan can take on the utilities in her name. I’m a little surprised it’s not more straight forward considering how many people rent together, but, hey, I know practically nothing about real adult living.
I think tonight’s first packing task is addressing my “Invisible Corner”. According to UNFYH that’s the space that has accumulated clutter and sat for so long that it’s no longer visible to you. For me that means my desk. I have yet to be able to keep a clean desk in my lifetime. If there’s a clear surface I’ll cover it up eventually. For most of my life I worked out of my bed despite alway shaving a desk available, and I think that became a vicious cycle of me not having a clean desk to work at so I’d stay in bed instead, which would then become a cluttered surface as well. It hasn’t been good for me for a multitude of reasons but I won’t bore you with what and why. The desk here in LA is covered in a diverse assortment of…. junk and not junk. True miscellany. Half of it from what I can tell could be trashed. What’s really daunting to me is organizing things into separate boxes. I may just dump it all into one box after I separated out all the trash like charlatan. But I remembered that making my bed and clearing it off might help this whole room feel and operate a whole lot better so I’ll do that first. Tonight will be a condensed milk mate night. It’s also going to be a spaghetti night. (and strawberry milk, all my creature comforts) :^)
On a positive note, my lavender is actually doing alright. I realized it’s going to have to stay here, though. I think I’ll let Heidi inherit it since she actually has space for gardening outside.
Mama tried her best, thanks for being tough
I know I already complained about this but where does all this stuff come from? How did this happen? Everytime I get overwhelmed with my own mess I think about this:
Perfection in an image. The nuance. The complexity. The honesty. The zest.
As you can imagine I think about this a lot. Just messy things, tee hee.
Aight, so. Stuff to do. Yada yada. All I wanna do is sleep. I’m also tempted to repack some of my boxes because I got the proper set of materials I wasn’t able to get on Saturday. One of them is definitely too heavy with books while not having enough cushioning. Doing that sounds awful though so if I have extra time then maybe I’ll do it.
Back to work.