Long story short, I'm moving out on my own finally, by the end of this month. Mostly because I'm getting evicted and my landlord is a chode. But, that's not the reason for this post.

I've realized that I'm the most prodigious packrat.

I've been packing, and I've had so much trouble throwing anything away. So much so, that I haven't. Mom's packing, too, and she keeps setting stuff out for yardsale or to give to my sister, and I see it, reminice about my emotional attachment to it, and put it in the pile of stuff that I'm taking.

I have two boxes of comics. 1/3 of them are Deadpool comics. I have three boxes of books. And an entire box of DVDs. The CDs are going to be hell.

Anyway, the real way this came to a head is a discovery I just made.

See, I have two accordions. Before you ask, no, I don't know how to play them. I planned to get lessons, but never had the money to. Still plan to, someday.

I was pondering taking my big Giulietti MF20 120 bass around to the local antiques dealers and seeing how much I could get for it. It's a beautiful accordion, satin-white with gold accents everywhere, gold sharps, the whole nine. GORGEOUS. The straps aren't much to scream about, but that's hardly important. The point is, it's an Italian-made, piece of art. Giuliettis are the kinds that concert accordionists use, because they have a beautiful, unique sound to them, and it's true. Just the treble is enough to make you weep. Add in the base and you will know there is a God. I love the damn thing.

I finally lugged it out today, along with my little Accordiana 12-bass with its comfy padded straps, and couldn't help but pick them up and play what little I do know. It's been years since I played them, and it felt good. So now, I sit here with the two accordions sitting on my bed, sparkling (at least the Giulietti is) in the fading sunlight, their cases on the floor (the Giulietti has a gator-skin case with red satin on the inside, the Accordiana has what amounts to a very nice cardboard box, lol), and I now can no longer dream of selling either one. Accordion lessons or no, these babies are coming with me. I love them way too much not to.

It doesn't hurt that my dad got me the 12-bass, so that one's never going away.