#also oh my god the dust here oh my GOD

[fractallogic]

It’s actually a blessing in disguise how many times I’ve had to move, because it’s preventing me from taking EVERYTHING that I MIGHT want from my mom’s house (and it’s really hard to convince my brother that he doesn’t have to take everything that he might possibly want, and in fact actually CANNOT take everything he might possibly want, because we have a small car and my stuff needs to fit in it too)

But also thank god we found an old duffel bag of my mom’s (and I also brought one) because it’s coming in clutch right now. I’m having four (FOUR) bags because I have five or six cookbooks that I cried over (so obviously can’t get rid of them) plus my mom’s binder of whatever the fuck recipes she printed off the internet that i also cried over (and also it has OLD old pictures of her and my dad on their work volleyball and softball teams!). Also tbh thank god I have enough airline status that I can check two bags for free because it would be so fucking stupid to check a DUFFEL BAG for $50 or whatever it would be

…also my main suitcase full of the cookbooks (and some other books) might already be overweight BUT WHO CARES

Also I may have gotten two more cookbooks at the thrift store today, but like, oh my god!!! Chinese and Thai cooking!!! I’ve been looking for nice cookbooks like that!!!

Anyways. Well. I’m kind of frustrated with my brother, I realized today, because bab, WHEN are you going to use that camping tent. When are you going to use the emergency kit. But hey!! If you want to see if it fits in the car tomorrow morning, be my guest. Good luck fitting all of this in the apartment.

He will get to learn SOON ENOUGH about how we don’t need Stuff Just In Case. Mom’s bf just said offhandedly that she would just buy and buy “just in case” and oh my god yes she did!!! That’s exactly what she did!! And then we had a discussion over dinner last night about how she basically treated a house as “this is how much stuff I need”, and would just. Fill everything and every nook and cranny up with Something.

It explains why, when accounting for both the consignment stuff and the trips to the thrift store, we have easily a full car of just clothes. Just clothes!! She has at least 20 NICE pairs of shoes that we’ll try to sell to a consignment store. She has another probably 30 pairs of shoes we took to the thrift store. It’s WILD.

I’m VERY very pleased with myself and very much looking forward to my brother having a revelation about how he shouldn’t emulate mom in how he accumulates things (even though I will admit that I set a bad example of “I’m taking all of the thread you don’t want” today because apparently I’m just the home for lost threads. But that’s all right. I did NOT take any notions except for a pair of pinking shears.). And now I need to put myself in the shower before I finish packing because here are more dirty clothes that I need to be sure fit in the suitcases!