That's right, I packed up my perfumes and a lot of the bath stuff/toiletries today. Any remaining illusions of being a minimalist were summarily banished. Heaven forbid I throw away any of my half full bottles of bubble bath or perfumes! Oh no, the horrors! Leave a whole set of dishes for my dad - no problem! Give away clothes and shoes - no worries, dude.
It's crazy, but there is some reason to it. I'm not going to rush out and replace those dishes, and those clothes are out of style and/or don't fit, but I sure would replace those bath products in no time flat.
I have started interspersing my packing days with day trips. It's too boring otherwise, and I waste a lot of time goofing off on the internet. I went to Monterey yesterday and walked along the ocean for about five hours. It was very, very nice. I saw a lot of seals and sea lions. It was about 65F and there was a little bit of wind, so it was good walking weather. The iceplant was in full bloom. It doesn't have much of a scent, but when whole embankments of it are covered in flowers, it does give off a slightly almond-like odor.
It was the first time I've been to Monterey since T broke up with me. I avoided it for a while, because of all the memories, as well as the possibility that I might run into him down there. Anyway, it was ok. There were some memories, of course, but I walked the sadness into submission and felt much better.