This is what all the things I’m taking look like. It’s a funny thing to go through 7 years of accumulated belongings and say “no this is not who I am anymore”. There are probably bits and pieces of past personalities that snuck into the final pile, but the truthful and exciting fact of the matter is here we go again this move is a big OL hit of the reset. I packed up my records earlier and am now listening to some mix CDs that were lovingly made for me at one point or another in my time here. Thanks to those folks!
Don’t ask me if I’ll miss being in Oklahoma. Not right now anyway. I’m sure a few months from now I can formulate the nostalgic sentimentality people expect from big moves. Just hope that as I say goodbye to the place I learned how to call my compartmentalized life a series of constructs I don’t go and do anything stupid like forget that all life consists of is a series of constructs (well except for the magic bits, but those are few and precious).