How many cubic feet of memories?
Aug. 27th, 2010 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamcnamaraSo I'm leaving tomorrow.
...goodness, it looks terribly official typed out like that.
I am mostly packed. At one point in the past couple of days I was tempted toward "I have so many THINGS!" but managed to lure myself back into "I don't have that many things, it just looks like a lot because they are all on the floor of my not-so-large room at the same time", which was good and also true.
It makes me slightly wistful to realize that I know precisely how much room my life takes up: the suitcase, the duffel bags, the box of books-and-tea, the box of teaset. (And the huge wall of bookshelves, but that's not quite a part of my-life so much as something I've put down for a while and will pick up again later.)
I've been doing the Farewells thing recently. I got to know more people this summer than I'd realized--the janitor I greeted every morning on my way into the archives, the woman I said good morning to at the bus stop, my co-workers and "boss"es at my library-volunteering positions... Apart from that, I've been biking around the lake or walking through the Nicollet Mall farmers' market thinking, "This might be the last time I do this for quite a while--"
Part of it, of course, is that ideally next summer I'll have some kind of job/internship/research and won't necessarily be in Minnesota for the whole time. I won't have time to see new bits of the city like I have been this summer, casually set up hanging-out times and bike or bus over to them... so I'm not really just saying goodbye to the city until winter break; I might be saying goodbye to spending long stretches of time here in general.
Unless I move back here after college. Which is always possible.
In the meantime, I have plenty of little tasks to occupy my attention. One of this afternoon's was getting a new tiny notebook ready to be carried in my purse. I transferred all the Important Information from the old one; I engaged in a brief moment of detective work to figure out when I started carrying the last one; and I put, "Fall 2010 - " on the inside cover of the new one.
In many areas of my life, I am not this organized, because I don't need to be. In my errata-notebooks, the to-do lists, directions I scribbled off google maps, and random phone numbers without names are interspersed with panel notes from a con are interspersed with story ideas. If I don't put dates inside the cover, I would never find anything.
Tomorrow. It's starting to seem real. Tomorrow.
...goodness, it looks terribly official typed out like that.
I am mostly packed. At one point in the past couple of days I was tempted toward "I have so many THINGS!" but managed to lure myself back into "I don't have that many things, it just looks like a lot because they are all on the floor of my not-so-large room at the same time", which was good and also true.
It makes me slightly wistful to realize that I know precisely how much room my life takes up: the suitcase, the duffel bags, the box of books-and-tea, the box of teaset. (And the huge wall of bookshelves, but that's not quite a part of my-life so much as something I've put down for a while and will pick up again later.)
I've been doing the Farewells thing recently. I got to know more people this summer than I'd realized--the janitor I greeted every morning on my way into the archives, the woman I said good morning to at the bus stop, my co-workers and "boss"es at my library-volunteering positions... Apart from that, I've been biking around the lake or walking through the Nicollet Mall farmers' market thinking, "This might be the last time I do this for quite a while--"
Part of it, of course, is that ideally next summer I'll have some kind of job/internship/research and won't necessarily be in Minnesota for the whole time. I won't have time to see new bits of the city like I have been this summer, casually set up hanging-out times and bike or bus over to them... so I'm not really just saying goodbye to the city until winter break; I might be saying goodbye to spending long stretches of time here in general.
Unless I move back here after college. Which is always possible.
In the meantime, I have plenty of little tasks to occupy my attention. One of this afternoon's was getting a new tiny notebook ready to be carried in my purse. I transferred all the Important Information from the old one; I engaged in a brief moment of detective work to figure out when I started carrying the last one; and I put, "Fall 2010 - " on the inside cover of the new one.
In many areas of my life, I am not this organized, because I don't need to be. In my errata-notebooks, the to-do lists, directions I scribbled off google maps, and random phone numbers without names are interspersed with panel notes from a con are interspersed with story ideas. If I don't put dates inside the cover, I would never find anything.
Tomorrow. It's starting to seem real. Tomorrow.
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Date: 2010-08-27 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-28 12:12 am (UTC)I remember this phase of my life rather vividly, because it was part of the reason I broke off a fairly serious romantic relationship. I said to the other person, "Look, I'm going to have to be making decisions about internships and jobs and then graduate school. I don't think we're going to be in the same city long enough to have a basis to fix the stuff that's been going on between us before we'd have to be making major life choices in order to do so. Do you?" And he had to agree that we would not. So. Kind of big scary stuff in some ways, and exciting stuff in other ways.
You'll know whether Minneapolis is a right choice for you or not, when the time comes. Enjoy the time in between.