good bye stuff, see you in a week.

At this very moment, there are men packing my belongings. Putting my books, clothes, random collections of junk and records away. Its really odd to watch strangers touching my stuff. They have no connection to my belongings. I have to wonder what kind of odd things they have packed in their days. How does my stuff compare? Is there anything I own that makes them giggle?

 One guy did come out of the bedroom and held up my ratty monopoly game. He asked me if i had played the new electronic one yet. I said no, but it would probably be a lot less messy. He told me not to play it. It's credit cards that you have to slide and it's not fun at all. I guess I will keep the monopoly game we played as girls, tattered money and all!