Over the past few weeks I've been preparing to move. I hate moving so much that I've tried to make it as gradual a process as possible. Moving a small portion of my belongings every chance I got so as to avoid a real "moving day". The plan seems to be going well so far, except that my place looks like it was robbed by someone with no concept of the value of computers, as that's about all that's left.
In any case, over the course of my "packing" I've come across some rather amusing things, but something I felt I definitely had to share was this stack of games that formed itself against the wall.
Some will see an addiction, some will see dedication, and more still will see... a bunch of boxes that mean nothing. My eyes though, see hundreds of friends, thousands of hours and despite the fact that I have nothing to show for most of it, time well spent.
Crazy? Probably..
