packing an elephant into a ziploc bag

When anyone is moving, I believe the question arises in most peoples heads "Do I really need this?" or "Why do I still own this?" It's like a confirmation of hoarding and lack organization. Especially when you come upon things like pieces of sticky backing for hooks...w/o the hooks, or a piece of clothing that is a level of ugly unknown to the common person and is of a size that has never fit you...and hopefully never will.

I'm at the point in my preparations to depart Kent County that I've come to throwing out, donating, and having ritual sacrifices of items that I've called my own up until recently. Really, the Gap jeans that have more holes than stitches in or the faux Members Only jacket are very dear, but I'm pretty sure someone else can get some use out of them.

So next problem: deciding what to take and HOW. Ok, so I know I know Space Bags suck apparently, but I thinking with a little help from Duck Tape my enormous amount of belongings can be squeezed into a teeny tiny little space, hopefully. And then there's the non-clothes type things, like books. Isn't it hard, being an avid reader and thinking about which ones to bring along for the ride and which ones to leave...alone. Especially when faced with the task of working with kids, c'mon! I've decided definitely on The Lorax, Trout Trout Trout, and ...maybe a few more. SIGH. There's a library in the village, and probably at least one or more at the school, but but but, my books! My loves! Nerd? Yes.

Don't even get me started on shoes.