I'm alive
I know; I fail at posting and responding to comments. Er, even more than usual, I mean. Sorry. It's been a busy couple of weeks, with the conference and then parents visiting and all...
And now it's the end of the year again and I'm packing up my room. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.
Clothes are already mostly done. This year it's easy: I've sent most back with my parents and am lugging the rest back home - usually I stuff my winter clothing into boxes, but I might need them elsewhere this time. Books get packed next because they're easy (though require some creative juggling to not result in backbreakingly-heavy boxes); my collection's grown this year. Class notes and stuff, this time I'm throwing most of them out, save the printed notes if there's no textbook and marked assignments (I don't really need any of them any more, but ... okay, I'm a squirrel, I hate tossing out things like that).
And then there's the knicknacks: various bits of stationary, souvenirs, little things I've collected over the years ... this is always the hardest to pack.
I've got this fridge magnet I picked up at the start of first year. It's got four-year-old blue tack on the back because I never had a fridge then, and by the time third year rolled around, I'd gotten used to having it on my wall. The age of said blue tack means it's fallen down more than once, and I'm not always too good with picking it up and sticking it back up. This year I think it's spent more time on the floor than on the wall.
But I like it. It says:
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbour.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
Corny, maybe, trite, yeah, but I think it's advice worth following. I don't regret much.
Back to packing.
And now it's the end of the year again and I'm packing up my room. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.
Clothes are already mostly done. This year it's easy: I've sent most back with my parents and am lugging the rest back home - usually I stuff my winter clothing into boxes, but I might need them elsewhere this time. Books get packed next because they're easy (though require some creative juggling to not result in backbreakingly-heavy boxes); my collection's grown this year. Class notes and stuff, this time I'm throwing most of them out, save the printed notes if there's no textbook and marked assignments (I don't really need any of them any more, but ... okay, I'm a squirrel, I hate tossing out things like that).
And then there's the knicknacks: various bits of stationary, souvenirs, little things I've collected over the years ... this is always the hardest to pack.
I've got this fridge magnet I picked up at the start of first year. It's got four-year-old blue tack on the back because I never had a fridge then, and by the time third year rolled around, I'd gotten used to having it on my wall. The age of said blue tack means it's fallen down more than once, and I'm not always too good with picking it up and sticking it back up. This year I think it's spent more time on the floor than on the wall.
But I like it. It says:
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbour.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
Corny, maybe, trite, yeah, but I think it's advice worth following. I don't regret much.
Back to packing.