Today is the final day of a 5-month lease. I should be completely moved out by now, but am not (due to unforseen health/neurological issues that have left me slightly impaired and definitely disorganized).
My townhouse is located in the West End off of Horsepen and W Broad St, about a mile from Willow Lawn. Also right near Pho Tay Do (IYKYK).
So feel free to request my address, and for those of you with criminal minds (yeah, you): well ... Actually maybe this isn't a great idea. But I need everything to be out. Can you imagine if I actually posted this nutty commentary. I'm going to leave this on here bc who cares, maybe someone will have a chuckle. But basically if you have any other intention propelling you to come over here--any other intention that doesn't include just needing to finally buy some side tables, or general whimsical bargain hunting (ya know), or even kinda needing something but not necessary enough to order from Target nor vital enough to just call your mom and hope she picks up on the thing you need and offers to get it* without you explicitly and directly (ugh--savagely, really!) asking her (or your dad or grandpa (RIP to Bama and Grandad and Gakoo (I'm sure they appreciate this craigslist shoutout up there, probably just marveling at my creativity and tickled by how I've dazzled the legacy with my charm and questionable choices. But---i believe challenge (with a tiny sprinkle of suffering here and there) begets creativity and innovation and synergy. This is life, and there's nothing--(nothing!) that will knock me down and keep me there. Because I truly understand that perspective is the grip we have on life, and not the eyes that behold it. Perspective is maneuverable, unlike eyes that record data.
Anyways, what catharsis to just declare that, here of all places! (That it's hard and I haven't made consistently good choices).
Anyways
Everything I'm selling will be marked with a yellow sticker. Hmmmm maybe that should only be stated after I have yellow stickers. But if I don't write that down then surely I will never even go get yellow stickers. Upon reflection, what a problem this is that I and certainly you have- the demand for so many things is causing me to take risks with... how do I put this into words... Whatever it is, I don't like it and it's a habit of over-stating and under-delivering. Why do I even want the yellow stickers? Because I want less real-time selling to strangers inside my home (which is still mine until idk, COB..? Midnight?), less decision-making having to do with items that I haven't even thoughtfully prepared or concluded a value to, etc. Well it all sound pitiful now, but things are just things to an extent and I actually don't need any of them. So come on by, I'm a lot more pleasant in real life, everything will be under priced (but to be honest, maybe also over-valued).
Apologies (or you're welcome) for this word vomit you've come across. If I don't publish this, it will continue to fester and it's not allowed to remain anymore, my psyche and my body refuse, even after several practical and noble (I have references...and no, it's not my deceased grandparents) measures one would take after emerging from wreckage long enough to identify that you're emerging from wreckage. Take a big sigh with me now: yes, that's it. I'll include a few pictures just in case I decide to go through with this, and if you are convincingly safe enough as well as interested enough in the crap I need to get rid of (but taking the painful, slow, yet hopeful, Craigslist route of selling my belongings so i can continue to grasp these shredded, yet powerfully beautiful shredded coattails of the me in front of me: dazzling, raw, vulnerable, honorable, bursting with joy and whimsy.
-Flat screen TV length will be updated but it's like the length of my leg, not diagonally. The length that is. Just left to right. Or right to left. Ha!
-The two glorious wooden (solid wood?) cerulean side tables that your mother would approve of. Yep, I know her. (Sorry if actually you don't have one)
-so much stuff from Temu that I'm just never going to return. I just can't get it together to look at the app again, see what's required, then go. (Neurological stuff tbd)
-annoyingly big (but comfy!) Costco computer chair
-a sofa which I just got from craigslist a month ago! It was free and now I'm trying to make money off of it! And what's worse- YES I have pets, AND YES I smoke in this home! Jfc it just keeps getting worse. I'm not even being sarcastic, I'm just seeing myself and realizing in real time.
-idk, does anyone want to buy my car? Dead serious bc I'm tired of it, the windows don't work (well one of them I bashed out myself because I was tired of locking my keys in the car-- AAA apparently has a limit and I surpassed it. I need to get a Jimmy. But now that problem is solved but obv created more problems but was not using that front part of my brain that night so on and so forth.
Buy my car if you need one for a young college student or an aspiring mechanic or for someone who needs a car badly- so bad that they would be so grateful (also they should be if someone just bought them a car--easy) that they wouldn't complain that the existing windows don't go down and that the missing one won't go up! Silly goose! Who cares!!!!!
-Seed starter or plant grower not sure what it's called but it was >$300 and auto waters itself and auto lights! You can adjust it based off of a setting, it even has a list of plants that are pre-programmed if you aren't sure and haven't heard of Google yet
-i need a vacuum
-i have other things idk shower curtain, shoes,
-a Martin acoustic guitar! It's a mini-martin. So awesome and perfect for kids but it's not so small that you'll feel silly whatsoever as an adult does this make sense if not like why do I need to make sense jfc
-stuff
-things
-life advice $400/up to 90 minutes, but may take a lot less time and would not charge you the whole amount
Pleeeeease please don't be a weird man. If you aren't sure, then sorry but you are one. Bc weird men aren't self aware
There's so much more here. There's also SO much more in my storage unit I'm just realizing. But not as urgent to sell because it's there and not here. But maybe you need something that I have.