Jay and I are officially moving to Birmingham, and the cleaning up and cleaning out process has taught me a number of things:
1. I am a sucker for charitable organizations that send address labels to me. I threw out nearly ten different types of address labels last night, and I have a sneaking suspicion that I will find more before this is all over. (Plus the notepads, greeting cards, etc. that they send. I'm not sure how I got on all these mailing lists because, while I donate to a few charities, it isn't very much or very often.)
2. I need a specific place where information regarding various electronic items we have can live. I have unearthed discs that came with computers that died ages ago, booklets about cellphones that are long gone, and software that is long outdated. This stuff needs to be in a place that I check fairly often to figure what needs to go away and what should stay.
3. We have entirely too many socks. Especially white, athletic socks. Jay and I both work in professional environments, and the embarassing amount of white socks that we have is ridiculous.
4. I have some very pretty kitchen things that I've never used. I love them, but I'm not sure I will ever use them. And I don't want to end up just keeping things because I like them. They don't have sentimental value, and I can think of people in my family who would get much more use out of them.
5. As much as I love all my books, they are a PAIN to move. But I still can't bear to part with them.
6. There are a lot of things about Tuscaloosa I'm going to miss. My co-workers, the proximity to some dear friends, the Quad, Sitar (Indian food heaven, in my humble opinion), the Winn Dixie right next to the apartment, my people at my Books-a-Million, and other things that I won't think of until I pass them and realize how much I'll miss them. Tuscaloosa has been good to me, and I will miss it dearly. Heather and I are already planning a trip for at least one football game. Roll Tide.