I've reached the unpacking point where I don't much care anymore. Little
pink casio sk-1, I don't know where you belong. I'd be fine never knowing. If it wasn't for the fact that your sitting in a giant nearly empty cardboard box in the middle of my living room.
I've got more storage space here than I've almost ever had (except when I had an empty extra bedroom).
I don't want to put things in it.
There's a bookcase in the living room. As of today it's full of books. Books I really like. Some I've read more than once. Quite a few I still intend to.
It bothers me.
I could easily get rid of all the books. Or most of the books. But then I'd have a big empty bookshelf.
That bothers me too.
I could easily get rid of it. It's a nice one.
...But then, why stop there? I can easily get rid of any everything.
And that's a question I don't want to answer.