It’s that time of year again. For the first time in five years, I’m not apart of the fun. Sorting, packing, sorting, sweating, hauling… I’m not moving. I actually really got used to moving. It became on of those yearly things. There’s a certain part of me that feels like I’m forgetting something. In fact, I’ve found myself looking at all the places for rent around town thinking that they would be a cool place to live. What’s the rent like? Wonder want kind of utilities might be included… Oh yeah, I already have an apartment for this next year. I don’t have to worry about it.
What really gets me is the waste people are putting out by the dumpsters. Perfectly good things that could be donated or taking to Goodwill. If you can haul it out and away, you can take it somewhere for some one who might be able to really use it. Clothes, books, CD racks… I just don’t understand it. I thought I moved away from the student ghettos to get away from this crap.