If there's one thing I've learned from the moving process it's this: I have WAY too much stuff. Boxes and bins of my things are slowly beginning to fill the spare room in Shane's apartment and I'm not even done yet. The pictured boxes do NOT include several of my kitchen items (at least two more full boxes), more than half of my wardrobe, or any of my furniture.
But why am I moving you ask? Shane and I have been talking about moving in together for some time now, so there's that piece of the pie. But why am I moving now...into Shane's current apartment with Shane's other two (male) roommates? That's a little more tricky. You see the people that own the house I was renting with MY roommates would like to move back into said house. And they'd like to start work on the house in May. BUT Shane and I can't get our own place yet because his lease isn't up until the end of June. Thus, I am moving into Shane's apartment (rented house, really) for two months...and then I have to move again. Damn.
So this is what brings me to the conclusion that I have too much stuff. Having to move all of one's belongings twice within a couple of months makes one seriously reconsider hanging on to the accumulated crap of an entire lifetime. I have a serious pack-rat problem but I'm usually pretty organized about it so I never saw a problem with it...until now.
Not all of this stuff will be coming with me to my future home. I'm am DETERMINED to get rid of some of it. I do not need to keep every single item that was ever given to me...I do NOT need to keep every single item that was ever given to me...
