Taking Personal Inventory

Moving, it seems, is both cleansing and stressful. As I begin to pack, and wax poetic, on the property that has become the basis for he who is now 'me' over the past twenty-three years, I am reminded of who I have been, who I never was, and that which I attempted to become.

The Person I Never Was and The Person I Tried to Be: Books that were purchased years ago and never opened, gifts I have received and never incorporated into my life, pictures of old friends and girlfriends stuffed into the nooks and crannies, more than a few unopened-yet-inscribed Bibles (strange the amount of people who give these as graduation gifts to atheists and agnostics - I'm sure they meant well), day-to-day calendars left un-flipped, a gently weeping/dust collecting guitar and amp, vacation souvenirs I never looked at after purchasing, and a plethora of other useless items that were never a part of who I ever became.

These collected/long forgotten items have reminded me of the waste that is accumulated, and the money that went out the window to collect such waste. In my new life in the American South I hope to collect fewer items, expunge any waste that seeps through the cracks, and use my time to refine who I actually am, thereby not waltzing with any new versions of "The Person I Never Was and the Person I Tried to Be".

-Thanks, Management.