Dork Reports

Somewhat. At least I’m trying?

In the past week or so I’ve been snowboarding in Lake Tahoe, hiked about 14 miles at Crystal Springs Reservoir and Mount Tamalpais, and volunteered my services for a bit, even if it was only for a couple of hours. I’ve received resume feedback, and should get some more soon, and have continued to scope out job openings at the companies I’d like to work for. This week, I will apply for at least one job. Goals have to start somewhere.

Lately, the thing that has made me want to die the most has been the daunting task of cleaning out all the boxes that came from our old house, and figuring out what to do with all the crap in them. It’s absolutely overwhelming. I must admit there are days where I tackle the mess with great vigor and then spend other days wallowing in bed, just unable to face the mess that cleaning up yields. Do I throw stuff away, lend stuff to friends for an indefinite amount of time, donate it for charitable causes (or, in most cases for profit), or try to sell stuff? Faced with so many decisions about such inconsequential stuff, plus not knowing how to get rid of it is seriously a pain in the ass.

I’m a messy person mostly because I can’t throw stuff away either because it seems wasteful to not attempt to let it be used by someone else, I want to put it aside for recycling, or I am convinced that somewhere down the line, I will need stuff and not want to have to buy it again. This is not the attitude to have when contemplating moving cross-country. But then there are things like my typewriters, my polaroid camera, my super-8 camera, my 35mm Canon AE, and other sorts of gadgets that I don’t want to part with, but have nowhere to put them. Not to mention my books that I never read but don’t want to give away, the VHS tapes that I might as well keep as long as my VCR still works, and the photo albums that I haven’t even looked through in years. Do I put those in storage, or do I haul them around with me?

Decisions, decisions. In the mean time, I will probably continue to go hike around the Bay Area so at least for a few hours a week so I can distract myself, even if it makes my inner thighs oddly sore, and really loses its appeal when you reach what you think is the end of the road, only to find a loose signpost directing you in a questionable direction, only to have your phone delete your picture of Jackie and Gina (probably for the best), only to take a picture of your friends pretending to not know where to go only to discover that their best informed decision of where to go ended up being a mile longer to the destination, followed by a mile walk along a highway to the actual destination.

All in all, there’s not much to complain about…besides EVERYTHING. The Bay Area is pretty, the weather’s been nice, I’ve got some goals in place, and things are coming up Milhouse. Now, if someone would only come over and help me throw everything out so I can have some peace in my life!