It's 6:30 AM and the sun is just rising and already it is about 80 degrees in my attic apartment even with my fan and my little air conditioner going. I have been packing and moving for weeks now and I was supposed to be out yesterday but alas here I am one more day. It is amazing how much stuff one has when you have to make a decision - store, toss, donate, ship, take - on each piece of stuff.
Then I seem to have internalized both of my parents. My Mom doesn't want to get rid of anything. Maybe someday she will need an empty oatmeal box. They really are useful to store all kinds of stuff. I hate to get rid of things that can be useful to someone. I don't like to waste things. Although I draw the line way before empty oatmeal boxes.
Then there is my Dad who would toss just about anything if my Mom would let him. Although there is the story of regret in which my Dad talked my Mom into letting go of her old Shirley Temple doll which would now be worth a lot of money.
So inside my head my two parents argue about every decision. In the end sometimes one wins and sometimes the other but all this arguing within myself really slows me down a bit.
Anyway after today - Lord willing - if I don't melt in the process -- I will be moved from my apartment and be one step closer to Guam.
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