My life in boxes
I spent much of the weekend in the following do-loop:
1. Pick stuff up
2. Put stuff in boxes
3. Put boxes in car
4. Drive car to new townhouse
5. Take boxes out of car
6. Take stuff out of boxes (this step is occasionally omitted)
7. Put empty boxes back in car (if there are any)
8. Drive car home
9. Take empty boxes back inside
10. Repeat ad naseumIn one way it’s a good way to keep from thinking too much. In another way, all you can do is think.
I have too much stuff. But what do I weed out? The crystal owl my dad brought back from a business trip to Germany when I was about twelve years old? The tacky little ceramic duck that my mother got the second year she was married, and always stood on the piano in the living room while I was growing up. The little wooden Dala horses that a neighbor brought back from a trip to Europe for me? That 1922 Encyclopedia Britannica set that my father used when he was a boy with it’s original bookcase? I am rich in memories I can touch, but poor in space to display them, even if they are of my taste.
And what of the things that are not to my taste? The little ceramic cats that people give me because I like cats? The candle holders, and bookends and bowls and bric-a-brac that needs to be on display in case the giver should come calling. It’s emotional and stupid, but I hate to punish something by throwing it away simply because it isn’t “me”. Oh, some of this stuff I can give away to Good Will or some such place, but even they have their limits
So I spent the weekend wallowing in some memories in a somewhat successful effort to avoid the present. It’s akin to jumping out of the frying pan to flop about in the fire for a while. Whoever said moving was stressful knew what they were talking about.
I dislike having to handle every item I own while moving. It makes me sick. And I don’t even have 1/4 of the stuff that some people do. But there is something about sorting through it all that is just like hell…… I would have to spend some time thinking about why EXACTLY it feels like that….
I feel your pain.
I once saw a comedian do a routine about it being infinitely easier (and possibly cheaper) to just pile the stuff in the yard and set it afire and then buy all new stuff at the new place than it is to actually MOVE. He may have had something there.
~Cali
moving stinks. i try to weed at least twice a year but it’s tough to throw out things that have special memories attached to them.
Don’t you just love moving? It sure is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? *giggles*
I hate moving and making all those decisions. Good luck to you.
~QE
*~Salamander~*
I know when I moved to my new apartment there was a lot of memories to go through. Even though moving boxes isnt too fun, you can always enjoy going through all the things your life has been built around. Hope all went well!
Love,Alaina
I am so glad I don’t have to move. But if I did I think it would be easy, I’m not a big clutter person.
I hope by the time you get this comment you are somewhat settled in.
i hope you’ve been pleasantly surprised and continuously by your amazing take-a-sad-song-and-make-it-better skills.
Oh yeah, moving is very stressful, but a darn good time to clean out your junk drawers lol.
Sheryl