Board games.
I own hundreds of them.
I don’t know why but pre-transition I obsessively collected them. Whatever that was, now they have effectively zero pull.
I won’t be moving with them, so I’ll need to either commit myself to the drudgery of selling them over time, donate them, or some subtle blend of the two.
But, for now, they sit on shelves in the garage, glowering at me. 😣
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Don’t even get me started on books: there’s a storage unit in Arizona packed full of them from when I moved to Illinois for law school in _2005_.
It’s going to be the same thing alll over again, here. 🙄
I’m taking art books, folklore (my personal jam), and whatever unread fiction I have lying around.
