I’m moving.
Of course there’s stuff to pack. And then there’s the stuff I’ve yet to unpack from when I moved in a year ago.
It’s nerve-wracking and stressful and a bunch of other unpleasant feelings.
It’s also liberating.
There are those things I’ve held on to for years, promising myself I’d find some use for them.
Gone.
The things still in boxes that I didn’t need over the course of a year.
Gone.
That ugly ass sweater I’ve been holding onto because a really nice person bought it for me.
Gone.
When I leave this place, I intend to be light as a feather.
Nice, we try to have the 1 year rule. If it hasn’t been used in a year its gone. I think we adopted that when we hit the road as we had to get rid of a lot of things. 😎