Inventory

 The funk band has been going really well. The school year is winding down. I'm signed on to move to Poland. Not much has really changed, except I'm feeling less and less unstable. However, my responsibilities are sloughing off as school gets quieter. Next week, my life will just be exams-- proctoring, grading, submitting. On Monday the band records three of our best songs. 

I'm getting rid of all my stuff. There's my bright yellow arm chair, which will go to Ashleigh, who claimed it the first time she ever sat on it. My green couch will be inherited by the guy who moves in. It's his problem now. I have 2 lamps and a coat rack, which I think he'll take too. I have this cool wine holder that has a chest in the top, which has been holding my DND books and whiskey all year. That should be easy to get rid of. I already gave my dryer to Dave. Dryers are a rarity in Asia, and I'm glad to help him out. 

My wall decorations were bought with the understanding that I'd throw them away one day. There's an 1800s rustic map of the world, a map of fushi-inarii shrine, and a map of Shanghai. I've also decorated my walls with post-cards and ticket stubs from my time here. It will be throwing away a lot of little cheap mementos. 

I've already given away most of my books-- books which I've inherited from people who have left. I got books from brian, and miller, and paul hughes, and hodachok, and a bunch of nameless individuals who have left them downstairs on the take-it-leave-it bureau. I'm keeping a handful if I can: The Poetic Edda, which I really want to read. There's Ship of Theseus, a gift and the thing I'm currently reading. I'll probably finish it over the summer. There's my yearbooks, Hero of One Thousand Faces, my Rothfuss, Donna Tartt, and a few comics by Eric Powell that are dear to me. 

I'll give away the birdwatching guide to campus, of course. A student made it a few years ago as a senior project. It's so cool. And of course, my DND books will go to the DND people. 

Most of my clothes will be given away. To be honest, I hate most of my wardrobe. I don't know why I do this-- accumulate clothes that I always hate. I didn't love them when I got them. I just needed something that would cover my nudity. I don't care much for fashion, obviously. 

I have a collection of idols that I'll try to take with me. Honestly, that's the only thing I really care to keep, aside from books. I would have taken them home this year for safekeeping, but corona and all. I have a Buddha of course, a Brahma from Pattaya in Thailand, which is one of the only places that worship the 5 faced god. I have a Bodhidharma (whose large, stern form is my largest idol, weirdly enough). I have a 2 faced Janus that I got from Cappadocia, Turkey. There's a Ganesha that I adore. I got him here, and first because he's the patron god of teachers, but I've been to India so it counts. I have a slavic Morana, goddess of winter and death. There's an old Thor idol. Aside from that, I have other idols and charms-- a Tibetan Garuda, Chinese Lions, a dragon turtle. I gifted my mother the Kali I bought from Dharamsala. 

I've moved so much, and so many of the times that I have moved have been countries. It's always strange to pack up your life, and it's hard not to think about the mindstate you were when you moved in. I'll save that post for another time.