This may seem much like the same things as task 1. However, I think moving for me is going to be a major task. I’ve been here for a number of years. In the time I’ve been here I’ve inherited a number of things and pieces of furniture, I’ve come by or purchased multitudes of books… It is going to be a task and a half to get myself decluttered, packed up, and moved out of this place.
Also, it is very easy to say that I want to move, but I’m a person who, when she finds a comfort zone, tends to become entrenched. It takes a lot to get me out of my safe space, and into somewhere new.
March 25
Huzzah! Success!
On Friday, March 25, at approximately 6:10 pm I handed in the keys to my decrepit apartment, and haven’t looked back. Man oh man does it feel good!
As anticipated, packing and preparing to move was a painful ordeal. I lived there for about 6 years, and managed to accumulate (and to keep what I brought in with me) a LOT of stuff. In part, there was inherited stuff. Beautiful, meaningful stuff. There was also more crafting supplies than could possibly ever be explained. Books that must have been reproducing of their own accord. And, a humiliating amount of clothing. No one needs as many socks as I seem to own. No one needs that many t-shirts. At any rate, much cleaning out happened, and much tidying happened, and finally, after weeks of packing, about 5 minutes before the movers arrived I finished packing up my belongings.
I’ve been so sick of that apartment for so long that there is nothing but relief in having finally moved out. Hurrah! This one is checked off the list!
