As many of you know, I am getting ready to move to Asheville, North Carolina. Woohoo! Very exciting!
I have made the decision not to rent a moving truck, van or trailer. I am only going to bring what will fit in my van! That will save me money, and allow me to be more flexible on the Asheville end of the move. I gotta say, though, it’s a little overwhelming to sort and get rid of this much stuff! I have a 4 bedroom apartment currently, with a garage. I have a lot of stuff! I’d stay this stuff falls into a few categories:
1) Stuff I use every day and might as well bring with me (shampoo, clothing, some of Joy’s toys)
2) Stuff I use daily or at least once a week but I just don’t have room for anyway (bed, broom, dishes, some of Joy’s other toys)
3) Stuff that is crap that I just never have gotten around to dumping for whatever reason (this stuff is satisfying to toss out, isn’t it?)
4) Stuff I really like and will likely use some day (this is a tough category because I can only bring a few of these types of things, so I really need to practice discernment!)
5) Stuff I have created myself that I want to keep because I made it, or because I want to build off of it (like writing)
6) Stuff that’s basically memorabilia (I have to trim a lot in this area, but again, that is tough in some cases)
It’s an interesting experience, sorting this much stuff! I feel like I’m letting go of old identities that no longer serve me, that I no longer like, and that are just plain old. I expected that. Every time I go through and get rid of old stuff, I feel like I am letting go of old ways of seeing myself. What’s interesting this time, and what I didn’t expect, was that I feel like I’m starting to identify less with stuff in general, even stuff I’m keeping around. Suddenly, because I’m letting go of so many precious things, and having to make so many decisions between things I really love, I’m starting to see myself less in the things I own. I didn’t expect that! It feels exciting and free, and yet also somehow barren and lonely. It’s a strange mix of feelings, but I think it’s a good thing. It’s harder than I thought it would be, and yet I am beginning to notice a new fluidity in myself, and a new sense of confidence and clarity. I’m also freakin’ tired and more than a little stressed out by all this work, but I do feel like this sorting and discarding is really creating some interesting and cool changes in the way I exist!