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We all know moving sucks. Moving apartment sucks sure. Moving states sucks more. I WIN!
Moving states sucks more because you have to fit all your shit in 2 suitcases to fly across the country. Then the rapey airlines will charge you hundreds of dollars for checking your shit because you have to fit all your shit in 2 suitcases and NO SHIT that will weight more than 50 lbs.
I learned some things about myself when purging my shit:
1. I saved a lot of old journals. VERY Embarrassing but good material for my 1 woman show I'm putting on Broadway a la Carrie Fisher one day.
2. I saved a lot of old tax forms, bills and receipts. Like from my first apartment in 2003. I moved this box of SHIT receipts to FIVE I said FIVE different Chicago Apartments. Who does that? A quasi-hoarder.
3. I didn't listen to my Mother, until now. All those times your Mom tells you to give away clothes you haven't worn in a year, I finally did. Who needs 11 old Sorority shirts? (Yes I was in a sorority ADPI, get over it) How many IU sweatshirts do I need? Though I am keeping my Dad's Darthmouth Basketball Sweatshirt and Jeff HS Sweatshirt. Both are falling apart but I can't throw away! GIVE AWAY or Host a Swap Party like yours truly did. Oh I guess you didn't get the evite...
4. I like books. I gave away a lot of books and plays but I'm sending like 6 boxes worth to NYC, once I get in a more settled apartment. My parents and siblings love giving me coffee table books, for the coffee table I GAVE AWAY.
5. I love the Beatles. How much Beatle shit does one California Girl need?
6. I don't need cd's anymore. Thanks itunes. I literally gave salvation army hundreds of cds. Enjoy The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack and Miss Saigon Chicago!
6 1/2 I love fresh air. I'm scared I can't ever live with a roommate again. Due to the fact I get peeved when you live with someone that has to either have the Air Conditioning or Heat on at all times. OPEN THE WINDOWS FOR THE LOVE OF NATURE!
This isn't my shit in the picture below, though I love the cowboy framed picture. It doesn't look so bad as all my shit in my storage unit
Thankfully my roommate has DVR which means I have DVR so I can tape the last few Oprah Episodes. I'm officially addicted to Oprah. I watched the Freedom Riders Episode, The Julia Roberts/Tom Hanks Episode and the Oprah surprise give away episode which included a fabulous Lady Gaga piano playing performance! I appreciate and respect performers/singers that sound like they do on their cd's live. Or that are good live-NO AUTOTUNE! I remember seeing Lady Gaga at 2007 Lollapalooza. I was wandering around to stages seeing what was interesting and this flashy dressed gal was spinning records on stage. So I thought I'd check it out. Her back up scantily dressed dancers started moving then she came center stage and stripped to her undies and bra. I'm thinking...WTF? I look like a pervy lesbian watching this alone. Great way to get a crowd over to your stage, might I add. Then she started singing. This girl could SING! Smart cookie.
Back to my Oprah obsession. No matter what you think of her the woman has been on TV 25 years and has changed our culture. She's made me cry many episodes. It's just something that was part of our daily routine. Come home from school and watch Oprah with mom! Then maybe Kids Incorporated and Mickey Mouse Club!
We will miss you big O! But you have your OWN (network) you won't be gone forever.
*side note- I love when people point. This Lady G pointing to Oprah and changes the lyrics about her then POINTS. I also love Tom Hanks' Jimmy Dugan in A League of Their Own pointing after the team is praying in church for doubles and triples. He chirps "None of this helps" then makes the sign of the cross and POINTS to Jesus or whoever!
I'm moving to New York City in 1 month and 4 days. Yesterday President Obama announced that we killed Osama Bin Laden. Almost 10 years after the September 11th attacks. A mixed wave of emotions set in: relief, joy, anger, patriotism, disbelief, shock, anxiety, frustration, energy, wonder...
You can't help but think that we might be attacked again in retaliation of hunting down and killing bin Laden. That isn't stopping me from moving to New York.
I do not want to live my life in fear. Nor do most Americans.
Lauren Van Kurin