It’s that time of year again when I begin to pack up my belongings and go through the random garbage I have kept. This time it feels a little different. Instead of finding that one pair of shoes that is a size to big and tricking myself into believing that I will again someday wear these long lost hot pink allegator stilletos, I am asking myself if I really want to lug one more pair of shoes to another apartment far far away.
As for this empty bottle of Kettle One that I just found under my bed, well let’s just keep my dirty little secret between you and me ;)
I am actually quite proud of myself, I have in fact (I swear, this is not a joke) thrown away FOUR pairs of shoes and about SEVEN purses. If my mother saw me doing this, she would probably wrap me in a wool blanket and rush me to the nearest hospital telling them I must be going into shock. As I began to toss out my old shoes and handbags that I once used to love but have sadly forgotten over the years, I became excited over the new room I was aquiring for NEW shoes and purses galore. I began to quickly realize that this may counter the whole point of me going through everything, but wasn’t too concerend about it, so i accepted my line of thinking.
Damn, now I really want to have some Kettle One.
In less than one week, I will shove my boxes into a moving truck and leave Winona behind me forever. Sure, maybe someday I will visit, but it will just be that and nothing more. As I drive heading North on US 61 and look in my rearview mirror, I believe there may be a good chance of me growing up and realizing that my drinking habits are now classified as borderline alcoholism. And because of this ladies and gentlemen, the end of an era has arrived and it is time for me to welcome it with open arms, and possibly a sponser.
