Apparently, I like junk. Added to that trait is a proficiency in accumulating it. Put those two together and viola, you come up with my present situation. I have recently moved into a new apartment and while the apartment it wonderful (it even has a bathtub!!!) I just have entirely too much stuff. Yeah, at this point you are probably calculating just how long I have been here (6 months) and thinking to yourself "how can you get that much junk in such a short time". I agree and believe me, as I am shifting through the left over junk, uh, I mean treasures, from previous tenants and shifting through the junk that I have have brought over from my apartment, the picture of a trash bin keeps springing to mind.

But for some reason, and I do not know when I developed this trait, I keep telling myself, "one day you will be glad that you kept that." You know they are small things like plane tickets from trips or a little note that someone wrote me. Like I said, I don't know when I developed this trait, because in the past I have been a less than sentimental person. I threw everything away. Now I can throw nothing away. I am going to blame it on Heather. You must have rubbed off on me. Who knows, maybe I will take up scrap-booking... Nah.

Oh yeah, and if you are wondering the point of this rambling entry, it was to inform you that I have moved:)