Journal

Time To Move On

Packing

On Saturday, I took out a few boxes of things and went through them in the hopes that I could clear them out. It took almost the entire day. I had plenty of old notes for old projects that are very funny to look at now, and most of those went out of the window. (Not literally.) I also found an unnaturally high number of brochures, as if I had been hording them to ward off monsters or something. Newspaper clippings, mostly for musicians I used to idolise. Tons of floppy disks. Postcards. Many things.

Most of these things are going into the trash.

Then I stuffed all of my CDs on the smaller CD rack into these boxes from Ikea. I used about half as many of them as I thought I would, but then again, it is the small CD rack.

(And just about right now I have a headache. I think I might write in some funny way for the rest of the post.)

It was a little funny to look back at all of these things though. Silly things, like the newspaper clippings I used to collect. Or the various forms of stationery (like some large ring file) I bought in the hopes that it would legitimise my budding project, all very embarrassing things, them. And while I was just recently confessing to a friend or two that I am in fact a sentimental sod, but this isn’t the stuff you should get sentimental about. It’s the stuff you dig out and have a laugh at before chucking it down the chute. You just leave it behind and move on, I guess.

It’s come at a good time, I suppose, having just finished the first draft of Bukit Merah and being at quite a, shall we say, different stage of my life. It’s just stuff that you’ve got to do.

And now, before I go on sounding like I’m a little drunk, I’m going off to try to cure this headache thing.

Have a smashing start to the week.

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