#on moving

the comings and goings | drag path + this town webweave

the thoughts that precede leaving or not leaving your place/town/situation/person/life that you've always been in. i want people to remember me. i feel suffocated by those same people. its too small here. its so big out there. i will never be able to escape what this place made me. i can escape and still take some of it with me. for @/teefigotem

I’m better at getting rid of things than I used to be. Over the past five years or so, I’ve developed a habit of going through various rooms of my house every few months and culling things that I haven’t used or even looked at in ages. The “does it spark joy?” method has never really worked for me. I recently heard about the “poop method,” which is just to ask yourself: “If this had poop on it, would I clean it off or toss it?” That’s more akin to how I go about things, though I don’t actually have a particular method for deciding what to keep and what to toss.

I’m better at getting rid of things than I used to be, yeah, but really only when they’re in the “I might need that someday” category. I have figured out that if I’ve had an item of clothing for several years and barely worn it because I’ve hated how it looked every time I put it on, or a box of tea that I never liked the taste of, or some random item I was going to make art out of but it’s just been disintegrating in a box for nearly a decade, I probably don’t need to keep it. But this mindset doesn’t help me with things I have some kind of sentimental attachment to, and I can develop a sentimental attachment to damn near anything.

I like to think my grandpa still hears her giggles when he sees it, not rusted as it is now but still that vibrant teal it once was, as he mows the yard.

I like to think that’s why he calls me every Sunday after he does yard work, just to check in on me, and tell me about how the swings move in the wind as if someone was still swinging after all these years.