Sigh, these boxes just do not unpack themselves. Tomorrow, I will have shelves and desks finally moved out of the storage unit, which will make the putting away of things much easier. I hope it will, at least.

When I packed all this stuff away before my move to Sydney, I thought that it all was quite important to keep. Now, more than a year later, I have no idea what I was thinking. Clothes that I haven't worn since the early 90s. A second amp. A replica samurai sword, burnt during an unfortunate house fire in 2001. Rave pants, from when I dressed up as the scariest thing I could think of. And much more, some of it embarrassing, the rest just things I could certainly live without. If I didn't miss it in Australia, then it is probably going onto eBay.

I am a pack rat. I think that it is a family tradition, something that we all deal with. My parents just moved, and they had the foresight to pare down before they moved to the new place. I, however, have to take all my items out of storage, crap included, up and into my third floor apartment. Yes, my friends help me move a box filled with assorted wires, strings and seat belts. They helped me move the box ominously labeled 'Front Room Crap.' And everyone loves to make fun of my box of toys, which holds my aerodynamic juggling chickens. It may be time to pass those on to anther aspiring juggler. Yeah, I know, nothing says lady-killer like a man who knows how to handle three flying rubber chickens.

My goal is to sell enough stuff to buy a new couch. Before I left, I did have the foresight to give away my couch, a circa 1980s number that, while extraordinarily comfy, was in dire need of a refurbishment to fix all of the holes in the upholstery. Who knows how much I'll get from rave pants and rubber chickens on eBay, but I promise you that it will add up. If I get my digital act together, you will all be able to bid on my bounty. If you live nearby, I will be happy to let you pick up anything you want in the ever expanding 'going out' pile. How about my spare bowling ball? A fake moose head?