Paper Fans

I'm currently listening to: "Take This Girl" by Gametime

I've got the internet back! And the lack of commentage sort of scares me. *tap tap* Hello! Anyone out there?

Oh, well. Anywho, I just finished boxing up my life today. Seperation anxiety is something I've been semi-dealing with these weeks. I've come to the opinion that whatever I could save, I did.  If I could put out my arms and glare menacingly at whoever wanted to dumpster something dear to me, I did. What I couldn't is dead to me.

Problem, though. One third of what was in our house is now in storage. One third is in the dumpsters, and one third is at the new house. One third of the overall houseness, but about two thirds of my stuff. The rest was divided up into storage or the dumpster. It's sort of odd what you'll let yourself hang on to.

For example, I have figurines of dragons and mages, several musical phantom sculpures and ornaments, endless boxes of craft items, and several paper fans. They're really quite beautiful. I'm still trying to decide whether to display them or just hide them in a drawer for my own personal enjoyment. Something to take out once in a while, and discreetly imagine myself in faraway lands with orchids surrounding me by a padoga, or a spanish street bustling with children. Then there's the plain fan, the one that waits for me to paint it. And I will... someday. For now, it waits.