One man's trash...

I've started packing up all my stuff. Since my boss' wife has taken over the living room and my laundry room for her office, I have no place to put my suitcase. It is now in my hallway and I trip over it every morning.

I'm deciding what I want to bring home and what I should give away or throw out. I realise that I brought way too much stuff (and I only brought one suitcase for clothing and another small bag for cosmetics and creams/etc). Stuff I only wore once or twice is definitely in the "give away" pile.

Even stuff that is being thrown out will probably receive a good home. Almost every morning, I see Roma looting through my garbage. This never really made me too uncomfortable as all I threw out were kitchen scraps.

However, I threw out two pairs of pants yesterday (both were ripped). I saw a man open the bag and take out the pants, holding them up against himself and then putting them back in the garbage can when he realised they weren't in good condition. As I walked out the door on my way to work, they were still there, hanging out of the can, unwanted.

I never really thought about people going through my stuff before. I know it happens but I don't like to think about it. I know what else was in that bag and it ain't pretty. I think it was something along the lines of fish scraps, stuff I swept up from my bathroom floor and empty lapte batut containers.