My old roommate has a famous saying that she stole from her grandmother, which goes something like this: "Four moves equals a fire." As in, you get rid of so much stuff when you move, that after four of them, it is the same as if your house burned down. I could really relate to this last December when I was packing up all my stuff in Los Angeles--I got rid of tons of it. And now I am in Emeryville and spending hundreds of dollars each day acquiring the exact same stuff--stuff like brooms and flour and component video cables (I thought the old one belonged to the cable company, but the new cable company did not bring a new one, and so I bought one and was mad at myself for not keeping the old one only to open a box and find a third one of unknown origins in there). Ugh, I am ready to chuck it all and live in my tent (as in the never-used tent I forgot I had that the movers brought by with all the other stuff I forgot I had and could probably do without). Except that my new apartment is on top of a shopping mall and, I have to admit, it's pretty convenient.