I am so cliché right now: barely touching my Japanese takeout, wearing work out pants that I mainly wear when I am not working out, and sitting on the faux wood floor of my soon to be ex apartment. It’s every bit a scene out of a familiar movie. It mimics that one montage scene in which the main character is making some sort of significant transition; picture clips of furniture slowly disappearing from a dwelling as the main character is going through a very obvious and dramatic emotionally reflective period. There is usually some heavy sound track playing in the background for added effect.
Shit. I have my Ipod playing in the back ground right now, and I am sitting on the floor all aloof. Can you surpass cliché? What would that be called?
Although my dumplings are cold, I have to admit that the sound of my favorite Pandora radio station reverberating between my scant living room walls actually feels comforting. It is a good thing I also have 7 layer dip to counteract the cold take-out. I should just go ahead and start making origami piñatas while I am at it. After all, all of my entertaining gadgets are stacked like a failed game of Tetris into a bunch of overpriced boxes at the moment.
There is something incredibly relieving about freeing yourself from material belongings. On Saturday, I have 1-800-Got-Junk coming to haul away all of my earthly possessions. Okay, not all of them. I am keeping my bar stools. They have had too many appearances on this blog for me to dismiss them like that. They are practically as famous as Jack, who, for those of you who just questioned it, I will also be keeping. Most likely. Maybe. I guess it all depends on how many times he decides to shit on my bath mat between here and April 27th.
I am already enjoying the clutter free space a little too much. Once the movers haul off the last big pieces of furniture from this residence, I will have to consider traveling through my apartment via back handsprings. I’ll finally know what it feels like to be Jack, minus demolishing everything in sight. Although, I will have to Google “how to do a back handspring” first. Don’t worry, I bounce.
Some of you have inquired as to where exactly I am moving. Luckily, none of those inquiries have had any Sleeping With the Enemy undertones. I had some fun being pretty vague in response to the question, but the truth is that I am moving in with a friend temporarily. I am voluntarily downsizing my possessions and giving up my solitude. “But why?” you may be asking.
Because, I am allowing myself the freedom of spontaneity. Without the constricts of a lease and a bunch of untouched furniture, I will be more than ready for whatever the upcoming months throws my way. Hopefully it throws tomatoes. You read that correctly. I love tomatoes.
Be sure to check out David’s logo submission for the Blogger Summit 2013 in between my sporadic posts this month. I think we need a little competition going on up in here. Submit your logo submissions by e-mail (firstname.lastname@example.org), Twitter, or Facebook. There will be a prize for the winner (and you don’t have to be attending to win)!
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Posted on April 9, 2013, in Humor, Travel and tagged 1800gotjunk, 25tofly, Becca Cord, blogger summit 2013, cat oragami, chinese take out, cliche moments, funny blog on wordpress, humor blogger, Ipod, life, movie cliches, moving, moving companies, oragami, oragami pinata, Packing, Pandora Radio, Seven layer dip, sleeping with the enemy, Tetris, Travel, WordPress. Bookmark the permalink. 107 Comments.