An Odd Sort of Cleansing
I spent the weekend packing, moving and cleaning and boy oh boy was it ever fun! Okay so that is a giant lie. It wasn’t so much fun as it was a pain in the ass. However, I try hard to not be negative (read: I try hard to not be negative ALL of the time) and there was a lot of good that came out of it.
Packing forces you to evaluate what is important to you and what you can do without. I got rid of everything that held a tie to a life I don’t wish to take with me to my new place.
Such as:
Decorations from when I was married – GONE!
Guitar from an ex-boyfriend that I never learned to play – GONE!
Shoes that pinch my feet and/or need to be repaired – GONE!
Clothes that are (now) two sizes too big – GONE!
Child size dresser I have been using since I was a child – GONE!
Gone. Gone. Gone! I feel so liberated!
Thanks to my wonderful friend Susan and her ginormous garage sale I was able to sell some items and I donated or gave away the rest. Honestly it is such a freeing feeling to have it all gone! I feel ten times lighter! I’m going to move into my new place with no decorations and hardly any furniture BUT the items I do have are things I got on my own with no negative energy or memories attached! Plus I now have every excuse in the world to shop!
Yay for new beginnings and profitable happy endings!
Blogfully yours,
Summer
PS – a great big THANK YOU to ED, Jason and Staci for helping me move and for consuming the last of my food booze candy. Thank you to Karina the Russian for letting me store the furniture I have left in her garage. And thank you to my parents who were willing to put me up in their Jesus themed guest room until my new place is ready and for letting me borrow their truck and for letting my cat stay here too. She says “thanks”… it just came out sounding like a hiss… I’m still working on teaching her manners.

Aurora making herself right at home so long as the dog is outside.
When I lived in apartments, I’d move every 1-2 years. Though the act of moving itself (packing, cleaning, physical move) was a royal pain in the ass, I always loved (and made the most of) the opportunity to purge my life. Get rid of clothes and shoes I no longer wore. Reassign uses for unused furniture or get rid of it altogether. It’s the one thing I miss now that I live in a condo … it’s much harder to assign time to do the same things … and the pack-rat syndrome becomes no one!