Countdown to Qatar: Letting Go
If I Don't Love it, It's Gone, Girl! Since I got the job offer in mid-March, I have had to think deeply about what I really care about keeping. I've settled on three sets of items: my extensive CD collection, some of my original artwork, and my ADR book collection. The Crap I Don't Even Miss! As I readied the house for sale, I made one purge. Brenda, my personal assistant on the home front, carted off trunk loads of clothing, purses, kitchen items, linens, and other things I don't even miss. (Brenda's friend, Jean, wants one of my Michael Kors purses, but she's not getting it. My Kors purses are the only purses I'm taking with me, except for four evening bags. Silly that I think I will need four evening bags, but they are small and won't take up much room in a suitcase.) Jerry, my handyman, carted off several truckloads of stuff, including some furniture. He's putting an aquarium on this side