How Much?

Today I had a Very Poorly Attended apartment sale to try and rid myself of the stuff I couldn't afford to send home. Discouragement on my part because so much stuff will have to just be put down by the dumpsters and taken on faith that it finds a good home. My little ray of sunshine is that I do plan on donating the books I couldn't send home to charity and the cds I decided not to pack to the library, so that gives me warm fuzzies a little. I think though that it illustrates a point about the difference between me and the (at least Vegas) general public at large. I'm jazzed about donating this stuff just to donate it. I don't really want anything from it, just knowing that it'll be going for a good cause is a-okay with me. However when I told the people at work that I was planning on donating a bunch of stuff, every single one of them said "make sure you get a receipt for your taxes, otherwise it's pointless to donate anything." Thank God I am leaving this place. I am so fed up with this valley and the people in it. I have stories but they will wait until I am at home and can work on them so as to bring out the proper level of frustration. Last night I went in to my store for the last time and was suprised to find out that I actually felt a little sad about leaving it. I figured I'd be able to walk away from it no problem, but I felt a tiny bit of tug at the ol' hearstrings as I took a last look around. So much went on within those walls and with those people. It's hard to believe that soon we'll just be memories and distant e-mail buddies to each other. Of course this distance will only occur After I have sent presents back to all of them. :) So....yeah. Tomorrow I officially leave this city and all of it's harshness and anger and grittiness behind. Viva la Trees!(Viva la having a computer in the apartment so I can update this blog Much More Regularly)