Last week, James and I decided I would be packing up my life for the past 8 months in New York and moving back home to Washington state. I am so overwhelmed with excitement!!! Until....I started packing. OK?
So, initially I started packing January 1st. It was the day of the new year, which is also the year my husband is coming home. We made it to 2010, and I was looking forward to him coming home that I needed to start packing. I'm not crazy, just excited, that's all.
In the beginning of February, I started feeling like I was hitting a breaking point. Time was crawling, things were just not going smoothly for me at all, and I found it harder and harder to get out of my bed everyday. I would have much rather slept til July and forgot the time in between. I had called our apartment complex and asked them to add me to the list in May for an apartment. Our original move date was set for mid May. Until, I called them the other day to ask them about a waiting list, and they told me apartments are going quick with the arrival of three brigades coming at the same time. That was the final decision. I'm moving at the end of March.
If you know me, you know that I'm pretty much the coolest procrastinator ever. I like to wait until the last minute for everything. Which is OK with me.I deal really well under pressure and I work better when I have a little stress going on. But, the second I found out I was moving sooner, I had to pack. I cleared out my whole entire rent-a-room. (Why I brought half the junk with me in the first place, is still unknown. I didn't use half of it while being here the last 8 months). Lets bring the xbox. Lets bring the rockband. Lets bring ALL of my clothes. Yea, ALL of my clothes. I'm a female? I have enough clothes to support a small country. Why I feel the need to bring my 10 bathing suits (it snows 6 months in NY), every single shoe I own, and every single pair of pants I own is beyond me. I got them here. That's what mattered at that point. Now the question is, how do I get them back? I have added to my clothes and shoe collection. That doesn't help.
So I started putting items in more boxes, and just sporadically placing them in the spare bedroom in my parents house to get them out of the way. Not realizing how much crap I had already placed in that room. Last week when I cleared out my closet and decided to take all the boxes from the spare room and put them back in my closet, it was then that I sat on my rent-a-room floor and started hysterically laughing to myself. The thought that I was laughing about was....."How am I going to get all of these boxes, plus the rest of my clothes, and a suitcase inside of my tiny cobalt?" Oh the stress. Oh the wonder of WHY I need all of my clothes. I can't part with them because I love them so much. Giving them away is like taking a toy from a toddler. I will NEVER stop crying. So I guess I will just have to make do. I will have to figure out how to fit all of my random "bring this to NY for a year" junk into my car and drive it with me across the country. Confessions of shopaholic.
This is just PART of what I'm taking:
So, initially I started packing January 1st. It was the day of the new year, which is also the year my husband is coming home. We made it to 2010, and I was looking forward to him coming home that I needed to start packing. I'm not crazy, just excited, that's all.
In the beginning of February, I started feeling like I was hitting a breaking point. Time was crawling, things were just not going smoothly for me at all, and I found it harder and harder to get out of my bed everyday. I would have much rather slept til July and forgot the time in between. I had called our apartment complex and asked them to add me to the list in May for an apartment. Our original move date was set for mid May. Until, I called them the other day to ask them about a waiting list, and they told me apartments are going quick with the arrival of three brigades coming at the same time. That was the final decision. I'm moving at the end of March.
If you know me, you know that I'm pretty much the coolest procrastinator ever. I like to wait until the last minute for everything. Which is OK with me.I deal really well under pressure and I work better when I have a little stress going on. But, the second I found out I was moving sooner, I had to pack. I cleared out my whole entire rent-a-room. (Why I brought half the junk with me in the first place, is still unknown. I didn't use half of it while being here the last 8 months). Lets bring the xbox. Lets bring the rockband. Lets bring ALL of my clothes. Yea, ALL of my clothes. I'm a female? I have enough clothes to support a small country. Why I feel the need to bring my 10 bathing suits (it snows 6 months in NY), every single shoe I own, and every single pair of pants I own is beyond me. I got them here. That's what mattered at that point. Now the question is, how do I get them back? I have added to my clothes and shoe collection. That doesn't help.
So I started putting items in more boxes, and just sporadically placing them in the spare bedroom in my parents house to get them out of the way. Not realizing how much crap I had already placed in that room. Last week when I cleared out my closet and decided to take all the boxes from the spare room and put them back in my closet, it was then that I sat on my rent-a-room floor and started hysterically laughing to myself. The thought that I was laughing about was....."How am I going to get all of these boxes, plus the rest of my clothes, and a suitcase inside of my tiny cobalt?" Oh the stress. Oh the wonder of WHY I need all of my clothes. I can't part with them because I love them so much. Giving them away is like taking a toy from a toddler. I will NEVER stop crying. So I guess I will just have to make do. I will have to figure out how to fit all of my random "bring this to NY for a year" junk into my car and drive it with me across the country. Confessions of shopaholic.
This is just PART of what I'm taking:
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