Moving.

There is something slightly trumatic with the process of moving permanently. Trauma may be a negative term, but it definitely changes you when you realize that you have to pack up and go.

Co-op at Waterloo has given me the experience of moving many times. To different cities, homes, and jobs. Through all of this though, there was the root. "Home home": the place I spent my formative years; the place I could put all the useless crap. Now, even that is being uprooted.

As a result, every little thing I own is being catagorized: to NYC, to maybe NYC, to the basement, to the garbage. You find stuff you never see, touch, use and yet can't throw out. Stuff you use all the time that you can't pack which means you'll probably forget to bring it. Stuff that you've used for 10 years and wonder why it's so ghetto.

In any case, revisiting your life through your material goods is indirectly a way to revisit your life period. The high school years in Markham, the university years in Waterloo and everywhere else, and now, the career years in New York.

I better not forget anything.

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Song Of The Moment: Augustana - Boston
Comment: Where no one knows my name.