So there are people who take care of things. Who follow things through. Who look ahead. For instance, if a bill comes and the money is in the checking account, they pay the bill right away. Makes sense.
And there are people who have the money, but Jesus--it's not due for another month--or two!--and think: I'll just set it here among all this other crap and send it later. And then the crap gets crappier, and there are overdue fines, and there's just no reason for that now is there?
Yesterday I realized that my car registration was overdue--did I even get the notice? It's not here among the other crap. And so I think--well I'm really supposed to register my car in CA anyway, so let's be all official and look into that, but fuck I've moved 5 times since I bought my car. Now I know the paper work is somewhere in a box marked "FILE" in my parents basement, and in those files is one marked AUTO, and in that file it says how much I paid for the thing, and how much sales tax I paid, but you know it would really just be easier to lie. To call the WA DMV and tell them to send me another notice here in CA because it's just a temporary thing, and I'm coming home soon.
And THAT makes me think about that. Coming home. Home. Hmmm.
And that makes me think about stuff. This stuff I've been carrying around with me for the past few years. Stuff that makes me feel like I'm home. Books, and saucepans and original artwork.
Now that's just silly.
I know that soon I need to get rid of this stuff. It's not a material thing that makes me want to keep it all, it's a confronted-with-the-trajectory-of-my-life- kind of thing. Because--here it comes--AT MY AGE--do I need to be buying used pots at St. Vincent DePaul when I land where I eventually land?
I just found out where I will be for most of next year: Working here for part of the summer, going to Seattle for August and September, doing a pedagogical internship here through December, interning with Pig Iron Theatre in Philadelphia Feb-April, staying on to see their new production in May.
So. I really don't need to deal with all of this until at the soonest, January.