In a month, I am moving to Colorado. In 6 months, I’m getting married.
I have no rights to this picture whatsoever.
I can expect that I will never return to my childhood home to live ever again. And I can’t take everything with me. In fact, I can’t take anything with me that Cecilia, my little blue Honda Civic, can’t cart 2000+ miles across the country with me.
So, after much delaying, I have begun the task of trying to purge all of the things that I don’t need, beginning of course, with the obvious and necessary task of deleting music I collected in college that I will never listen to.
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