Moving sucks, because there's so much I must sell and give away. My old sketches, for example, and my billion of half finished sketch books. 9_9 Donno what I'm gonna do with those. Prolly sell them, too.
But the stinger was my comics. I have gathered together a specific selection of comicbooks and saddly went through them to decided which one's to sell and which to keep. Of course, Fat Freddy's Cat, Original Badger comics, and my David Mack comics are all keepers, but that means I had to sacrafice Oh My Goddess, Excalibur, and Ugh, my precious Ruse comics.