cardboard boxes
let me tell you about cardboard boxes.
cardboard boxes are not, generally, worth a poetic ode. but hell, i've got a pile -- some creased and folded and others still upright, full, and stacked -- in every corner of my current house, and some of these boxes have been with me for the past 5, going on 6, years. that's worth something, right?
i can barely explain the multitude of differences between corrugated, single-wall, double-wall, make-your-own-size, and fold-it-this-way boxes. there are big ones, square ones, fat ones, huge ones that i ALWAYS mistakenly throw books into, itty-bitty odd sized ones from amazon that fit absolutely nothing (or just one really important thing), and non-taped ones whose bottoms always threaten to bow out. they hold everything, and sometimes nothing. some have been wrapped in every single type of masking, clear, duct, and scotch tape, and there are others that look suspiciously unused. and there are at least 3 that stay filled from one house to the next... to the next... across country and city lines.
why, in november, am i writing about boxes?
because i moved to a different house last may (approximately 6 months ago), and i still haven't moved in. there are 3 full boxes in the dining room/office/study, 2 full ones in the family room near the fireplace, a whole pile of empty ones (like... 15 of them?) in the corner at the front of the house, 3 half-opened ones in my bedrooms, and gawd, so many more.
at this point, i wonder if it's worth it to bother opening and unpacking them. i'll most likely be moving again in 6 months. and if i haven't needed the items in those boxes for the last 6, who says i'll need them in the next 6? maybe i should just chuck them out now.
why am i moving so much?
in my childhood, i lived in three very different houses and places. i unrooted myself and switched to an all-new city for college, then again after college, then again one year after that. and now, while i've been in the same general 40-mile radius for the past 5 years, i've lived in 4 houses. dude, ugggg.
in reality, maybe this is good. i appreciate cardboard boxes. i LOVE uline. i can tape and pack like no other. and i bet i accumulate stuff slower than you. haha. maybe.
in 6 months, i wonder how many boxes will still be lying around.
cardboard boxes are not, generally, worth a poetic ode. but hell, i've got a pile -- some creased and folded and others still upright, full, and stacked -- in every corner of my current house, and some of these boxes have been with me for the past 5, going on 6, years. that's worth something, right?
i can barely explain the multitude of differences between corrugated, single-wall, double-wall, make-your-own-size, and fold-it-this-way boxes. there are big ones, square ones, fat ones, huge ones that i ALWAYS mistakenly throw books into, itty-bitty odd sized ones from amazon that fit absolutely nothing (or just one really important thing), and non-taped ones whose bottoms always threaten to bow out. they hold everything, and sometimes nothing. some have been wrapped in every single type of masking, clear, duct, and scotch tape, and there are others that look suspiciously unused. and there are at least 3 that stay filled from one house to the next... to the next... across country and city lines.
why, in november, am i writing about boxes?
because i moved to a different house last may (approximately 6 months ago), and i still haven't moved in. there are 3 full boxes in the dining room/office/study, 2 full ones in the family room near the fireplace, a whole pile of empty ones (like... 15 of them?) in the corner at the front of the house, 3 half-opened ones in my bedrooms, and gawd, so many more.
at this point, i wonder if it's worth it to bother opening and unpacking them. i'll most likely be moving again in 6 months. and if i haven't needed the items in those boxes for the last 6, who says i'll need them in the next 6? maybe i should just chuck them out now.
why am i moving so much?
in my childhood, i lived in three very different houses and places. i unrooted myself and switched to an all-new city for college, then again after college, then again one year after that. and now, while i've been in the same general 40-mile radius for the past 5 years, i've lived in 4 houses. dude, ugggg.
in reality, maybe this is good. i appreciate cardboard boxes. i LOVE uline. i can tape and pack like no other. and i bet i accumulate stuff slower than you. haha. maybe.
in 6 months, i wonder how many boxes will still be lying around.
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