Despite your best attempts, despite all well-laid plans, despite everything, the last few items in your house on moving day will suddenly expand into piles and mounds of inexplicable flotsam and jetsam, which you must dispose of before you can leave.
I was tired. I was exhausted. My brain was mush. I chose the least elegant solution possible – leave it on the curb!
To all my neighbours, I am deeply sorry. (I hope there was something in there you could use?) To my garbage collectors, likewise, sorry sorry. To my friends to whom I left the last trip to Goodwill and the last bags of excess garbage… I grovel before you in abject sorryness.
(In my admittedly lame defense the reason for the desperate ditching act will be elaborated in the next post…)
(re. photo above: fabulous, no? Art installation by Moreno di Trapani, photo by Gianpietro Malosio)