I had somewhat of a coma day on Saturday. Coma days consist of excessive sleeping in/napping, the wearing of sweats (at least, until I find the perfect bath robe. Then I will alternate). Coma days can be a lot of fun, but they really take a lot out of you. So yesterday I was feeling guilty for my day of slothfullness, and I decided that a little packing for my big move next weekend (a whole two doors away!) might make me feel less lazy.
Moving is one of the most stressful situations I can be put under. I moved a lot when I was little, so I have always associated empty U-Haul boxes with bad feelings. But I am trying to be a more positive person, so I tried to find all of the good things about moving.
1. Out With the Old…
I have a tendency to collect clothing. And I really have a difficult time parting with it, even if it is a hideous item that I haven’t even CONSIDERED wearing in the past two years. Example: In my upstairs storage closet (also commonly referred to as the Seven Minutes in Heaven Room), I have a large blue military-style bag that is half filled with old pairs of shoes that I can’t get rid of. Every time I even consider taking a load of them to DI, scenes from toy story flash through my head. Wouldn’t my shoes rather be in a storage bag at my house than in the possession of some shoe-abusing crazy like that Sid character? Some pairs are not so bad…I have an old pair of Roxy tennis shoes that I wear when I go out shooting or fishing because I don’t worry about them getting dirty. But some of those shoes are truly hideous. Like the Dr. Marten sandals that I knew I would die if I didn’t get in the sixth grade. Ew. (And in case you are calculating the timeline in your head….no, my feet haven’t grown since I was 13.) There are also several pairs of shoes from my platform shoes era, circa 1999. Also not a particularly glamorous fashion phase of my past. But I digress. The point is, when I have to move, I am miraculously blessed with the power to get rid of superfluous belongings…old movie stubs, old bluebooks, t-shirts from my American Eagle phase, etc. Of course, many items manage to escape the great extermination or else why in the devil would I still have that shoe bag? But each move I get braver and braver, so I predict that by the time I graduate (which could be anywhere from 2 to 10 years from now), I will have only half of what is in that bag.
2. In With the New…
Call me shallow. Call me materialistic. But one of the best things about moving is the excuse to go hog-wild at Wal Mart. We couldn’t POSSIBLY survive another day in 210 without some new drinking glasses, so I’ll take 4 martini glasses, some festive margarita glasses with a cactus on the stem, a handful of coffee mugs for chilly morning treats, and a box of 12 regular glasses. And what the heck, why not throw in a new shower curtain and some candles. We’ll be back tomorrow to buy what we forgot…
3. Adventure
Perhaps your new living situation will be perfect….no one will be annoying, messy, loud, etc. and you will all get along swimmingly. Or maybe one will be gone all the time, one will become a dear friend…and one will be fresh off of the airplane from India, insisting to cook smelly food in the kitchen throughout the day and make your bathroom an unbearable living space. Granted, I am going into this situation knowing all three other girls rather than playing the game of random roommate roulette, but still, one never knows. Here is hoping that the next few semesters will be Shiny free.
4. Surprise!
I am the first one to admit that I am a bit of a pack rat (only I don’t like that phrase one bit. Ew. Let’s refer to this condition from here on out as a "collector"). However, cramming all of my stuff into such a miniscule living space means that some stuff is going to be stashed and forgotten. Forgotten, that is, until it is time to move. Ta da! Suddenly, as I sift through piles and boxes, I have found my missing earring, a lost homework assignment (dang it, that would have done so well if only I had turned it in), a photo or two, and an entire box of winter clothes you hadn’t really forgotten, but they just look so exciting after an entire summer of struggling with the I-need-to-be-modest-but-it’s-so-freaking-hot syndrome. Plus, I almost always make a profit... don't you love it when you go to fold a pair of pants and a five dollar bill falls out???
5. Helping my Friends
A few months ago, we had a lesson in church about service, and one of the sub-topics was abandoning pride and letting people serve you. That having been said, I will be moving this weekend and would LOVE to provide you with an opportunity to serve. You’re welcome!
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