Posted on | October 24, 2011 | 8 Comments
Moving a soul-freeing experience. It’s like this ultra deep cleansing of all your belongings that really? Should have been dumped years ago. Like that denim jacket with Hard Rock Cafe embroidered on the back. And that make-up bag with a hole in the bottom that caused you to lose your favorite mascara Freshman year of college. For some strange reason, we have years and years of just…junk that needs to be either dumped, donated, or sold. We spent this last weekend organizing, packing, and filling garbage bag after garbage bag of things we didn’t want anymore. We have tons of things to drop off at Goodwill and even more than just needs to be trashed. We’re doing this move ourselves (I do not recommend this) because the Army was too backed up to move us. Luckily, we don’t argue over what needs to be done, and Taylor is a workhorse so I’ve been able to keep up with all the cleaning and organizing while he does the heavy lifting.
Ten plus garbage bags of junk for the dump. And I swear we’re not hoarders.
It’s amazing how clean life starts to feel when you rid your house of all the mess. I am really feeling this “less is more” attitude. We’re getting rid of almost all our “decorations” because they are all hand-me-downs from family or relics from our years of dorm life, so really, none of it is suitable for us now. I plan on unpacking as little as possible while we’re in Virginia, and saving it all for our big move when we finally PCS to our permanent place when these six months have passed. We have big plans. Lots of money saving in our future. Lots of dreaming of our own place. It’s so close it almost feels tangible…won’t be long now.
The boys have kept us entertained. Sully can tell something is going on, but he’s pretty much ignoring the moving process. He doesn’t seem bothered or irritated by all our packing. As long as we let him watch “Mimi Mouse” and occassionally love on his brother, he’s a happy camper.
Arlo is his usual mellow, kind, happy baby self. He has found his hands and is currently obsessed.
So here we go again onto another chapter of our lives. I will certainly miss this place…
It has been good to us. But I’m ready to move on now. I’m getting itchy staring at these bare walls, and I’m just too excited about what is yet to come for our little family.