Yesterday Georg and I broke down the staging area. I got there a little after noon, Georg arrived at 4:30 to help me with the heavy stuff, and we were done about 5:30. Most of the work was dumping all the leftover lit into the trash. Boxes and boxes of those door tags. Also we had hundreds of manila envelopes which had been used for canvassing, most of which were still stuffed with lit. I emptied them out and gave them to the lawyers. There were about 50 pristine, new envelopes, and then many many that had been reused, a bit worn but still functional. They lawyers seemed happy to get the envelopes and said they could use both the used and new ones.
I tried not to linger, you know, stop and muse over the wall schedule that had dominated my life, the collection of post-it notes with volunteers' names on them, etc. Just sort and toss as quickly as possible. It was actually easier going than I had expected. I ended up with a few things that belong to other people but only 2 whose owners I can't identify: a car charger for a cell phone which looks like it might belong to the Cricket phones the campaign gave us, and a porcelain serving bowl with a cat painted on it. The bowl must belong to a volunteer who brought food and I hope I can find out who and get their bowl back to them.
I also brought the shredding back home with me. There was a big box full of it and it would have been ridiculous to stay and do it there. I can shred while watching TV at home for the next few days until it's done.
The room looked so weird after it had been emptied out. I had been basically living there for 2 1/2 and weeks, and now it's gone! After we cleared everything out and vaccuumed, I locked up and then dropped the key through the mail slot. So strange to have gotten so attached to that place and it's suddenly over. Georg said it was like summer camp, but I never went to summer camp so I wouldn't know.
I only left 2 things behind: a box of small binder clips which I thought they might be able to use, and a poster which was our thank-you gift to the lawyers. We had asked volunteers to sign it saying thanks, then we framed it and left it for the lawyers. Not all the volunteers signed -- in the last few days there were so many canvassers, we staged them outside and they never even came in -- but I'm pretty sure we got all the out-of-staters to sign. Which by the way, out of many incredible things that happened in this campaign, that was one of the most incredible to me: out-of-state volunteers being sent to work with us. The first time I met an out-of-stater (a woman from Boston who came down here for a month) was when I knew that we actually were a battleground state. At the North Durham office we had people from LA, San Francisco, Savannah, South Carolina, and Chicago.
Today I did not a damned thing. It felt so good.