Stuff

Before I quit my job, I dreamed of having the time to clean out my closets.  Then when I quit, it never seemed like an appealing thing to do.  I waited for the urge to strike.  I cleaned out a drawer or two, but I never did make a dent.

Today, my Mom came and helped me pack (thank goodness for Moms).  Obviously, I am forced to clean out my closets now that I am moving.  What's more, I have to get rid of stuff because my new place is much smaller.  It was not, however, a forced effort.  It was glorious.  Getting rid of stuff.  Stuff I didn't use. Stuff I accumulated.  Stuff I had stuffed on the bottom of my closets, the backs of my closets and on the shelves of my closets.  It was such a great feeling.

I have to say, despite the quick turnaround, this is the best move so far.  I am so happy to move.  Even though my place is smaller, I am going to a neighborhood I want to be in, an apartment with fabulous light and a place away from the first floor of noise.  We'll see what I have to say when I actually land in my apartment with way too much furniture and way too many boxes. . .

Enjoy the weekend!