All things material, be gone!

Well, except my jewelry. I mean, it does come from all over the world... and the board I made for my earrings to hang off of. That's a piece of art, really. Gradma's head scarf is the background for it, can't leave that behind. Nor five boxes worth of books or a trillion suitcases worth of clothing, every last piece of a deep sentimental value, of course.....
This is not gonna be easy.

I'm moving to The Hague. And if I defend my bloody dissertation before I go, I'll even be excited. In the meantime, I am trying to Reduce Everything. I started a big trash bag in the middle of my room, thinking I'll just throw in it everything I don't need, mercilessly. Off it will go to the Good Will. It now sports an old bike helmet with a torn off strap and a hair dryer with a torn off switch (a pattern?). Nothing more.... Unacceptable.

Meanwhile I am trying to decide if I want a gemeuvemefeldet apartment (or whatever) or whether that might be a bad thing, trying to see through the photos of various studios and apartments online whether I'll feel at home there.

Thus the journey begins.

Oh yes. The dissertation defense first. Meh.

Oooh, found a pen that doesn't work! Off to the trash bag! There is hope.

Den Haag!!!