My lease is up next week, and for the first time in my life I don't have a whats-next or even a home base to retreat to in order to figure it out. All I know is that I'm in the job market and I have a very temporary place to live. This is one of the strangest feelings I've ever had. On one hand it's incredibly freeing as I can continue to look for the best job for me and I have no idea where I'm going to end up, but on the other hand it's incredibly stressful for the same reasons.
My apartment is in shambles as my roommate and I are moving out. I don't know what furniture I'm keeping, and my TV is sitting on the hard wood floor. My book shelf is empty as I figure out what I'm going to keep and what I'm going to try to sell. I'm suddenly finding the courage to throw stuff out that I've been moving around for no reason for so many years. I still haven't figured out where the line is between important sentimental items and stuff I don't need anymore. It's tricky.
One thing I have finally decided to let go of is my collection of CD jewel cases. I have all of my CD's in a huge CD book, and most of my music is on my hard drive now…so for the first time ever, I've decided that I can live without all the album art of the CD's that I've collected. I'm officially leaving the old model of the music industry behind. I feel slightly dirty, but moving forward often involves sacrifice. Here's my last trash bag full of jewel cases. Wish them luck, they have served me well.