Bombsite, No Visual Included
13 Feb 2026 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wayfaringwordhackI'll leave it to your imagination to picture what our living room looks like as I sort through books, games, puzzles, cables, bric-a-brac... I wish I were the kind of person who could do this type of task neatly. But, no. It seems I have to have it all spread out in order put it in appropriate piles of giving (so many different categories here), taking back to France now, taking back to France later... Even the trash is not always straightforward.
I already threw away 4 sacks of art papers, things I had been hanging on to recycle, to use as collage, for nostalgia, but I have yet to go through all the supplies. I am sure I will have do a second pass, too, on things to keep or toss as time to go draws near and reality becomes sharper, cutting away the sentimental with the restrictions of space and weight. Many of my art supplies will go back this time in order to encourage me to finish what I have on hand and to paint things that are easily transportable.
I have hoarding tendencies which I excuse by spouting my philosophies of reuse and less waste. But the truth is that I have a lot of things I will never use. I was rather proud of myself yesterday and happy for a reason to get rid of a random object I had found and intended to keep, knowing full well I wouldn't actually do anything with: a discarded Lebanese license plate.
Out of the blue, a friend, who has returned to the States after many years of life in Lebanon, posted on one of our mutual WhatsApp groups that she was looking for a Lebanese license plate to put on her van. Someone from here is traveling to see her in a couple of weeks and could take the plate back, so could anyone on the group tell her where she could buy one? Voilà, I thought, perfect thing to do with my find. Pass it along! Now she is happy and I have less things to worry about and tote across the sea.
I already threw away 4 sacks of art papers, things I had been hanging on to recycle, to use as collage, for nostalgia, but I have yet to go through all the supplies. I am sure I will have do a second pass, too, on things to keep or toss as time to go draws near and reality becomes sharper, cutting away the sentimental with the restrictions of space and weight. Many of my art supplies will go back this time in order to encourage me to finish what I have on hand and to paint things that are easily transportable.
I have hoarding tendencies which I excuse by spouting my philosophies of reuse and less waste. But the truth is that I have a lot of things I will never use. I was rather proud of myself yesterday and happy for a reason to get rid of a random object I had found and intended to keep, knowing full well I wouldn't actually do anything with: a discarded Lebanese license plate.
Out of the blue, a friend, who has returned to the States after many years of life in Lebanon, posted on one of our mutual WhatsApp groups that she was looking for a Lebanese license plate to put on her van. Someone from here is traveling to see her in a couple of weeks and could take the plate back, so could anyone on the group tell her where she could buy one? Voilà, I thought, perfect thing to do with my find. Pass it along! Now she is happy and I have less things to worry about and tote across the sea.