It’s amazing how much crap I really have. It’s one thing to move from one apartment to the next in the same city. This usually just means I throw Big Bertha (my 65 lb. monitor) into the back seat of my car and strap her into the seat belt. Moving from Texas to California is completely different. Judging by my last move, I didn’t have much stuff. Now that I have to pack things that are breakable to withstand a 3 to 4 day road trip in the back of a truck, I realize how much stuff I really have. And how I need to get rid of a lot of it. But oh well, I don’t have it that bad. Sarah has 10 times as much stuff as I do.

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