My apartment is already packed up into cardboard boxes, and I don't even move until this weekend. With work and my dad coming into town, I figured this was the best time to do it. In the packing process, I learned tape guns aren't all that easy to figure out. I learned it's not easy to carry a stack of boxes (Mom, you are a witness to that). I learned to take batteries out of alarm clocks because you'll be stuck searching for what box you put it in based on where the ringing noise is coming from. I learned that Charlie can climb up a tower of boxes.
The most important thing I learned is realizing what to let go of. Luckily, I don't have heaps of things. I am too much of a clean freak to ever become a hoarder. I did have to make some decisions on what to keep and what not to keep. I donated a lot of things, and I hope they bring a smile to someone else's face. I let go of a lot of memories, which was really freeing. Finding pictures and letters from the past made me giggle and cry. After taking the time to feel the different emotions, I knew it was time to make space for new memories. Sometimes physically ridding of certain things can clean you out emotionally too. I know I am only taking positive things into my new home.
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