I’m putting my second car up for sale this weekend, since the She-Cub has jetted off to NYC for school, and it’s no longer in use. I’ve arranged for the transfer of my couch and TV. I’ve found a home for my bike and mementos. I only have three other things:
- A local address that I can use as my “place of residence.” It’s not like I’m going to be there, but I need it for various reasons.
- Someone to periodically check my P.O. Box. It’s incredibly rare to get any physical mail, but when I do, it goes there.
- A home for these fragile antiques.
As for the rest of my stuff, it appears it doesn’t interest anyone I know. Fair. My plan is to hire a couple of well-muscled folks to take it off my hands and out of my apartment. Take it to their houses, their friends’ houses, to the charity of their choosing, or the dump. I think it’ll all go somewhere before the dump, though.
Stay tuned for the continuing adventure!