Had a fantastic Sunday morning 12 mile run on the Keuka outlet trail with my friend Chris. He is a die-hard marathoner, having logged well over 200 in his lifetime. This is about the flattest 12 miles you can imagine, climbing just 250 ft over the six mile ascent.
The games weren’t bringing me joy; they were just ghosts trapped inside jewel cases. The collection was a weight I was dragging from house to house, and opening a bin only to find boxed NES games always felt like metal poured into my gut. These games made me picture a young woman wanting to hug me when I was hurting, then deciding not to. The games were bottles of expensive, and then cheap, scotch in the garbage, double-bagged so the neighbors wouldn’t see how bad it was getting.
I never got this extreme with my board game collecting, but I can relate to the relief he feels after escaping the trap of collecting and completionism. It took downsizing and a transition through an apartment to let go of stuff, lots of stuff, including over 100 boardgames.
Julie just applied a clear coat of exterior varnish to much of our porch furniture.