It’s official…I am finally all moved in. If this sounded like the longest move in the history of moves, that’s because it was—or at least, it felt like it.
Moving is a funny thing. You think you have all the time in the world and then it is upon you. I hired movers at the end of last month to take the large furniture that I had and figured since I worked nearby, that I’d be able to move all of the smaller items over little by little. That didn’t exactly work out as planned, as there were plenty of days that I was just too tired after work to pack and lug boxes to my new place. So, naturally, a lot of moving fell to the very last minute. For the past almost week straight, I have purged, shredded, and donated things that I no longer needed in the hopes of making my move a little easier.
While the moving process was stressful, and not one I hope to repeat any time soon, I learned that I had way more things than I thought (as I sit here looking at the three bags of clothes that still need to be sorted). But the process also taught me to be more conscious of what I hold on to in the future (spending a weekend shredding was no fun, let me tell you). I feel a lot lighter now—knowing that I went through all of my possessions and donated what I could and tossed what I couldn’t use. Sometimes you need a major life change in order to streamline your life.
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