Cleaning House

I am moving out of my apartment to a friend’s house in order to save money for France. Not only have I discovered how much junk I truly have, but I have also decided I am not nearly as clean as I thought I was. I have also discovered I have been sharing my apartment with a massive amount of spiders and rolly pollies for the last 6 years. If this sounds disgusting, it’s because it is. I must like living in filth because I can tell by the carcasses of the dead bugs that they have been there for a long while.

Anyway, one of my biggest questions I have as I move is, “Why in the hell did I save that stuff?” Most of the knick knacks I have just collect dust. I don’t have many things of sentimental value. And the stuff with sentimental value stays in a box, tucked away for only my eyes to see. So, why do I have all this junk? There is no reason to have so much clutter. It is a sign of a sick mind. I have concert and opera tickets from 1995! When will those EVER come in handy? I also have all of my baby teeth. Yes, I admit it. The tooth fairy gave them back to me and I kept them! Yikes! I don’t know what has possessed me to keep those things all through the years, but you know what? I am not throwing them out. I am keeping them so when I come back from France, I can say… well, you know.