So I’m moving back home. Yes, yes, I know. Believe me, whatever you’re thinking or saying or kind of choking on as milk comes through your nose from laughing so hard, I’ve already thought it or said it or choked on it.

BUT the good side of all this is that I finally got RID of a bunch of stuff. The neighborhood had one of those monster “everyone get in on it!” garage saley type things so we took advantage of the opportunity. For weeks we’ve been piling things up in our hallway–things we didn’t want to see or think about but didn’t quite have the energy to actually put in the trash–telling ourselves, “it’s for the garage sale!” as though it were for some great charitable cause. I AM poor enough to qualify for need-based charitable aide, mind you, but that’s not quite the same thing.

So finally the day arrived, though not without some stressful lead-up. All that crap had to be priced and arranged so that our neighbors could thumb through it as they made judgements about our socio-economic placement in the neighborhood hierarchy whilst trying to decide if we would take $5.00 for that handheld massager. It was a success though–ours was the only themed garage sale: Tiki Madness. The Hawaiian music was a hit and we got to use those tropical decorations ONE LAST TIME. Actually, our sale was pretty popular, if I do say so myself (and I do). People seemed to have a good time and we even sold our two tupper-tombs full of costumes and hats (doesn’t everybody have a giant container of costumes/hats in their home?? Well, ours does. Or did).

The best part is that I finally got rid of some of my Duran Duran stuff. Yes, that’s right. I sold some of it and I’m giving the rest to Goodwill. I kept the records, don’t get me wrong, but a lot of the paraphenalia is going away. I’ve learned, though my own self-counseling, medication, and eBay surfing that my fixation wasn’t healthy. Plus, that stuff wasn’t really selling on eBay, so why hold on to it?

One less monkey on my back.