i hate moving. i mean, i really, really hate it. i have to redecide on a case by case basis if i should keep something that meant a lot to me during an important time in my life, or if i should just toss it out. i hope that i'm practical enough to throw away anything that has only served the purpose of collecting dust and instilling a spark of nostalgia in me once a year, but i'm not sure i am.
por ejemplo, i have a bunch of mo-tab cds from my mission that i haven't listened to since i got home. they just sit there. in a box. cds. i hate cds. but... isn't throwing away hymns some kind of sin? there has to be some hidden "thou shalt not" in the bible that warns against that. and these questions of eternal consequence only come up when i pack. i don't even think this much about eternal things when i'm at church.
i just got great news from jeff, my roommate. he's moving to another house this coming fall, and i was planning on moving back into my current house when i get back from london. but he told me that one of his new roommates is getting married in december, which means that there will be an opening that i can snatch up. which will be the best thing ever because he's one of the coolest people who has ever lived in provo. yeeeeeh.
remember, wiggins, you have to write a story this weekend.
oh, and i can't wait to see her in 8 days.
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