Whew. I’ve moved a large number of times now. This will be my sixteenth move in my life so far. Here are some things I think about every single time.

How did I get so much stuff?

Where did all these tchotchkes come from, and why can’t I seem to get rid of them?

Do I really wear mostly t-shirts? I thought I had better fashion sense, but I probably dress like an adventure dad, not that there’s anything wrong with that.

What can I give away?

Who will help me muscle my washer/dryer combo in exchange for inebriates, pizza, and my love?

Does Goodwill give you a gold card if you donate a house-worth of shit to their doorstep? Should I even be giving to Goodwill, or are they more like Badwill? I don’t know, and I’ve heard some negative things, but I feel like the mission they support is mostly solid. Thoughts?

In my next house, we should thrift everything. Even in the age of Youtube tutorials, you’ll find me hard-pressed to make something though. I’ll fix things certainly, but I never seem to care enough to make things out of wood and other such DIY materials.

Should I finally stop playing video games? (For what I want to do in life, the answer is probably yes, they’re just so addicting and delightful. Not very productive though.)

Are people who have side-hustles really happy?

Is our world relationship to money and capital morally tenable, or are we just yanking ourselves around nowadays?

How many times would I have to listen to the Frozen intro theme on repeat driving from one end of this country to another? Considering the drive could be done in 45 hours, that’s a lot of na na na hey yah na time.

Am I happier because I’ve moved around so much, or is it straining my sense of belonging the more I bounce around? I think the prior, but I certainly have moments of doubt.

Do I ever really want to stop doing this, floating by the whims of fate and circumstance?

Why didn’t anyone tell me I needed more boxes?

Remember to throw out at least a fifth of what you own — you really don’t need it.

Go wherever you feel like going as long as your dire commitments are sound. Life is too short not to chase the wind. Have a great night, and don’t forget to leave the town you grew up in before moving back. 🙂

Schaboi,

Kyle