of moving on
Apr. 1st, 2012 09:13 pmFire Emblem no resets playthrough came to an ignominous end because we reset a lot during the Dawn Brigade chapters. XD;; It was about at the point when husband lost Edward, Leonardo and Nolan on, like, the fourth level, so... yeah, saving future misery. So now it's "no resets unless we really really really have to"! Fun is more important, anyway.
I've got a weird task ahead of me this week - going through my father's stuff. He's back from his field work now, and has decided to divest himself of most of his earthly possessions. For some people this might be a cause for concern - for my dad, who's a total hoarder, it's great. What that means for me, though, is that I've got to go around to his place and pick through his stuff for anything I want before he chucks it away. It's not bad, but it is weird. He still lives in the same house where I spent most of my teenage years, even though my mother and I are both gone, so most of the stuff there is filled with memories. Even being there feels awkward a lot of the time, let alone considering things.
There's also the fact that I'm pretty much an anti-hoarder, so much of it cosists of him trying to stress how emotionally significant something is and me not really caring about my class photos of Primary School #6 that I hated anyway. I guess it feels like going through a dead relative's things, except thankfully no-one's passed away. It's still awkward and uncomfortable, though. I took everything that was mine from there when I moved out. All I'm taking now is various knick-knacks belonging to my parents that I've always liked, which does not number very many. (He showed me a storage room; I left with a small milk crate.)
Still, if it's awkward for me, I can't imagine how weird it is for my mum. Honestly, I'd rather get it over with as soon as possible - I'd go tomorrow if I could, since I know it'll only take me an hour or two. But she can't get over there until Saturday, and I don't want to leave her to have to do her part of it by herself. Especially since her part will take so much longer.
Time does march on, I suppose. Perhaps it'll be cathartic.
I've got a weird task ahead of me this week - going through my father's stuff. He's back from his field work now, and has decided to divest himself of most of his earthly possessions. For some people this might be a cause for concern - for my dad, who's a total hoarder, it's great. What that means for me, though, is that I've got to go around to his place and pick through his stuff for anything I want before he chucks it away. It's not bad, but it is weird. He still lives in the same house where I spent most of my teenage years, even though my mother and I are both gone, so most of the stuff there is filled with memories. Even being there feels awkward a lot of the time, let alone considering things.
There's also the fact that I'm pretty much an anti-hoarder, so much of it cosists of him trying to stress how emotionally significant something is and me not really caring about my class photos of Primary School #6 that I hated anyway. I guess it feels like going through a dead relative's things, except thankfully no-one's passed away. It's still awkward and uncomfortable, though. I took everything that was mine from there when I moved out. All I'm taking now is various knick-knacks belonging to my parents that I've always liked, which does not number very many. (He showed me a storage room; I left with a small milk crate.)
Still, if it's awkward for me, I can't imagine how weird it is for my mum. Honestly, I'd rather get it over with as soon as possible - I'd go tomorrow if I could, since I know it'll only take me an hour or two. But she can't get over there until Saturday, and I don't want to leave her to have to do her part of it by herself. Especially since her part will take so much longer.
Time does march on, I suppose. Perhaps it'll be cathartic.