Moving is a great opportunity to take stock of one’s possessions. To clean house. To scale back and pare down.
I’m the idiot who brought all my junk with me. I didn’t really do much reduction of stuff. It’s all with me here in the new place, waiting to be dealt with.
The point of this post? If you see me on the street, or if I tweet about shopping online for any of these things, you have my permission to punch me in the face:
- Shower gel
- Cetaphil (basically don’t let me go to CVS for a year)
- Electrical cords of any kind
- Hair tools
- Booze (my roommate and I have joked that we need to have the reverse of a Build the Bar party)
- Any kind of kitchen gear