Yep, it's true. Moving sucks. When I was little, moving was an adventure...Sure, Mom and Dad went nuts trying to get five of us to help pack our stuffed animals and building blocks, but it was still fun. I'm 22 now, and it is officially not fun.My house has been in complete shambles for the past several weeks. With my bedroom being across the foyer from the backdoor, naturally the get-rid-of pile accumulates outside of my door. I have a little pathway to get outside or to the rest of the house. All I'm saying is that I could have been a gymnist with all the weird contortions my body must undergo just to check the mail! (Better yet, I think I would make a great thief. You know, the ones who have to slide under invisible lasers that will sound the alarm if broken. Yeah...I think that sounds cooler.)
Anyway, with all this packing, I have to go through everything--absolutely everything. High school boxes of memories? Check. Creepy catch-all draw? Yep. Christmas decorations? Mhm. Every childhood toy and article of dress-up clothing? You betcha. What's weird is how much living has happened while I wasn't even aware. I found letters from little campers from my first year at camp, and pictures of "BFF's" who I haven't seen in 5 or 6 years. It's hard to throw things away that think are significant, but I can't hold onto anything in the end. All I can do is appreciate the times I've had and let it go. (Talk about a therapy session!)
So, as I wade through this cardboard jungle of boxes, I'm thankful for all the things that I have, but most of all, for the people I love. That's it for "lessons in spite of packing" for today. I need to grab more packing tape...and motivation! Peace.
