I've spent the day packing and sifting, churning and burning. I've reviewed my entire childhood from Kindergarten through High School. It's been a whirlwind. It's amazing what my mom saved for me, and I've finally stowed those precious moments in a 18-gallon plastic purple tub; after 10 years of lugging these boxes around, it's about time they got their own committed space.
This will be my fifth move in four years. Thankfully I've managed to make each place feel like a home, but this move is something that's taken me by storm. As I buckled down and started packing hardcore today, I'm left with a sense that my belongings are becoming more and more essential. I like that bit. I think it's important to value the things that I'm paying to transport from A to B. So far I've made two trips to Goodwill and dumped more than a few things in the trash.
And then my brain said Good Night!
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