Moving week: an interesting day rummaging through old stuff
Member
Thread Starter
Join Date: Nov 2012
Location: Central America/Florida USA
Posts: 4,064
Moving week: an interesting day rummaging through old stuff
So I'm back in Chicago, moving permanently within the next week abroad. I just arrived home to my old apartment and have begun selling my old stuff on Craigslist...what a day!
I was cleaning out the drawers of my old wine cabinet, as I found a buyer...I remember the day when I packed that thing to the gills with nice wines. And then as I became more and more dependent on booze, with cheap wines. And then how I didn't even put them in the wine cabinet anymore because I drank them so fast.
I was cleaning out an old drawer and found a small pipe I used to use to smoke marijuana. I remember back in the day how I would have been thrilled with the find. I'd have boiled and scraped every last piece of resin just to try and get high. I tossed it.
One guy stopped in to purchase my old cigar humidor. My buddy gave me that as a groomsman's gift 10 years ago at his wedding. In 2 weeks, he and his wife are getting divorced. The buyer told me: "I don't smoke cigars, but I have other uses for it" and gave me a wink. Good luck, buddy. Thanks for the $20.
Another couple came by to purchase a microwave. They were young bright college students from India. As the woman was leaving, she noticed a pile of books I had on my kitchen table. She asked me for some recommendations. I gave her a few books for free as a gesture. Upon leaving, she stopped before the door closed and said "You are a good person".
I thought that was a nice thing to say. After all the digging around through my past memories of drugs and alcohol, having that young woman say those words to me was quite powerful. I am no longer the drinker, the smoker, the party animal, the wise guy. A total stranger called me a "good person". That really stuck with me.
I was cleaning out the drawers of my old wine cabinet, as I found a buyer...I remember the day when I packed that thing to the gills with nice wines. And then as I became more and more dependent on booze, with cheap wines. And then how I didn't even put them in the wine cabinet anymore because I drank them so fast.
I was cleaning out an old drawer and found a small pipe I used to use to smoke marijuana. I remember back in the day how I would have been thrilled with the find. I'd have boiled and scraped every last piece of resin just to try and get high. I tossed it.
One guy stopped in to purchase my old cigar humidor. My buddy gave me that as a groomsman's gift 10 years ago at his wedding. In 2 weeks, he and his wife are getting divorced. The buyer told me: "I don't smoke cigars, but I have other uses for it" and gave me a wink. Good luck, buddy. Thanks for the $20.
Another couple came by to purchase a microwave. They were young bright college students from India. As the woman was leaving, she noticed a pile of books I had on my kitchen table. She asked me for some recommendations. I gave her a few books for free as a gesture. Upon leaving, she stopped before the door closed and said "You are a good person".
I thought that was a nice thing to say. After all the digging around through my past memories of drugs and alcohol, having that young woman say those words to me was quite powerful. I am no longer the drinker, the smoker, the party animal, the wise guy. A total stranger called me a "good person". That really stuck with me.
Currently Active Users Viewing this Thread: 1 (0 members and 1 guests)
