In my lifetime I've moved around a lot. I read somewhere once that the average person moves three times in their lifetime. Thus far, I've moved something like 11. I wish I could say that with practice the process of moving gets easier but it really doesn't. It does become more efficient and methodical though.
These past couple of days my anal-retentiveness is in full swing (though I think Ivan is being much worse than me!). At this point, I am pretty certain that I could be a professional mover for a living :)
I didn't realize that these past couple of years I had accumulated so much stuff. When I first moved into this apartment, I remember moving in with my furniture and two suitcases worth of clothes. I've already packed those two suitcases and I have yet to make a dent in either of my closets.
My brother says that I need to stop buying stuff and deep down I know that I should. I really didn't NEED to buy all those books and movies. It's not necessary for me to have a collection of gadgets that would make a teenage boy jealous. How many pairs of shoes does a person REALLY need?
I know everything is too much but I'm not getting rid of anything.
Although I am not really emotionally attached to the physical things that comprise my world, it gives me comfort to know that I still keep the things that kept my life together through each of my 11 moves and that each time instead of starting over, I am building on what I have. In January, when I move into my new place, I will set everything up in a fashion similar as it was and I'll feel like I'm home.
So yeah, I should get back to packing.
On a different note, if any of you are anywhere near the projected path of hurricane Rita, please take care of yourselves. If you can, leave. I think we've already seen enough loss and destruction... My best wishes to you all.