Move into my car

These are the days of catharsis.

As you may, or may not, have gathered, I own too much stuff.

Who the hell actually needs two organs?

A drafting table and another desk, just for piling stuff on.

10+ boxes of wire, broken electronics, scraps of this, scraps of that.

And even if you did need all of this detritus...

Does one really need to store it in their already claustrophobic one bedroom apartment?

I decided that I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed to get rid of as much as I could.

I threw away as much as I could. 1 desk, 1 organ, many boxes that if one were moving might be labeled "etc." and various things that one holds onto because; "one day I might really need that cell phone charger from that phone I lost 12 years ago".

What I couldn't part with; I moved into my car.

Here is my car filled with: cassette tapes, three laptops, boxes of wire, a record player, my fishing equipment, extra bedding and whatever else I thought I might need someday.

All this packing and the disebarrassment of my excess baggage made me, briefly, contemplate skipping town

Anyway. I moved the Celebrity from it's parking space, of 4 months, to the front of the Cozy/Kozy Apartments for easier loading.

When I went to re-park the Celebrity in it's original parking space; I found that someone else had parked in it's spot.

Later, once the other car had moved, I tried to park my mobile storage unit in it's proper parking place; the car wouldn't start. Now my, dead(ish), car filled with all of my excess crap is parked, very much, out in the open.

Maybe I should actually lock the doors.