I’m packing up the living room and kitchen. From where did I accumulate all this crap? I have CDs that I haven’t listened to since I moved into this apartment, much less in the last year.
There are piles for things I might take to Japan, things I will, things I’m storing, things I want to take to the thrift store, and things I want to get rid of but other people might want. Oh, and there’s a pile for stuff that I’m going to store, but people might want to use while I’m gone, so I’m loaning.
Naturally, I get these little flashes of nostalgia whenever I pack up certain items. I can’t remember what they were now, but it’s a strong emotional reaction to particular, familiar objects. Fortunately, I don’t get this with everything; for quite a few objects I think, “I still have this? Why haven’t I gotten rid of it yet?” or something like that.

My two favorite drinking vessels
That being said, I occasionally get these little ripples of excitement. At this point, these are mostly focused on getting everything done for my trip: “I finished all the drawers! I packed all the plates!” etc. I also think about getting there, to Tomioka, and beginning something new, but that’s still a nebulous idea at this point.
My goal is to pack up all the living room and kitchen today. Since it’s only about 12:30, I think this is doable. The difficult part is to just keep going, since it seems like an impossible task. It’s a good way to build up confront, I guess. Packing and moving is certainly something I could learn to be less fearful of.