Gumption OR Things You Can Get Done While Hopped Up On Caffeine

I’ve been living in my current apartment for a little over 6 months now.

Last night I finally unpacked the last of the boxes in my bedroom, rearranged some furniture and hid put away all the loose paper that was covering up my dresser. Ooh, I even hung up the two pieces of original artwork that I own. I love having friends who are artists.

Anyway, it finally looks like someone lives in my room, not like someone is passing through. I have a tendency to leave things like decorating and unpacking half done. I suppose I figure it’s only a matter of time before I’ll move again, so I don’t bother unpacking everything. I have this incredible compulsion to move every 6 months to a year. I think I might be part gypsy.

This time around, though, I think I’ve found a place where I feel comfortable staying for awhile. Hence the mad cleaning/moving furniture/unpacking/hiding paper frenzy last night.

I also learned something about myself in the process.

I am not much of a packrat. I throw things away without much thought going into it other than, “When was the last time I used this? More than 6 months ago? See ya.”

This is true with almost everything except boxes. Not big moving boxes. Little boxes. Decorative boxes. I hoard these things like they’re precious jewels. What, am I’m going to display them or something? No, they get shoved in a closet or a drawer. I get really excited over them, especially if they’re metal.

What does this mean? Am I some kind of crow attracted to shiny, pretty things? Or is this my inner packrat peeking out?

I should probably not think about this too much and simply embrace this quirk of mine…

…got any cute boxes you want to get rid of?

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