I have moved so many times. I won’t re-hash each experience but let me just say I moved 4 times last year. I’m totally serious. I’m not going to waste time explaining why because it’s a boring story so you’ll just have to believe me.
My apartment complex is re-doing the plumbing in my entire apartment building. They are also putting in hardwood floors, granite counter tops, and overall just doing major renovation. About a week and a half ago I received a notice that they were getting to my part of my floor and needed me to move to a different building in the complex. I was less than thrilled but knew it was going to happen eventually so it wasn’t a huge shock.
They said they would reimburse me for moving expenses so I decided I would move over all my clothes, dishes, etc. myself and then pay someone to move the heavy and awkward items. I didn’t like the idea of packing all my belongings, moving it to the building across the courtyard, then unpacking the boxes. It seemed a like a lot of extra work so I decided since I had some extra storage tubs, I would fill a tub, walk it the across the courtyard, unpack the container, putting everything away in the same location I had it in my previous apartment, then go back, refill the container, and so forth. Some stuff, like Christmas ornaments, were already in tubs.
Every time I’ve moved, I try to get rid of more stuff. In this process of moving my belongings over one tub at a time, I’ve become very keenly aware of my possessions and I have to say, I think I’m finally to the point where I don’t want to get rid of anything else. Now granted, I have some stuff I could live without but I chose not to. It’s worth an extra trip back and forth. These items are mainly memory related. There are just some things I can’t let go.
I want to live simply. Could I be living simply better? Perhaps. But right now, in the midst of moving, I’m content with where I’m at and I think that says something.