Packing is in full force here. I hate it. I hate the scratchiness of the cardboard boxes. I hate how loud the tape is. I hate all of it with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. The only good part is that I went through everything a couple months ago and purged like crazy so now I don’t have to sort, I can just pack. Oh, and the thought that once it’s all over we’ll be in our very own home!!
I used to be somewhat of a packrat. I kept everything. I held sentimental value to the little things. Then I got overwhelmed with all the crap I was accumulating. So I got rid of a lot of it. Now I’m torn. There are things I know I should keep for posterity’s sake but just don’t feel like keeping. Like diplomas, tassels, pictures, etc. Shouldn’t I want to keep these things?? I spent years earning them! Maybe I was so sick of packing last night it seemed easier to just to pitch it. And then there’s things I’ve had for 10+ years that I honestly don’t need, but then I think, heck, I’ve had it this long, why get rid of it now?? Then I have flashes of being on A&E’s Hoarders and snap out of it. I’ve resolved that it’s okay to hold on to some things from the past. One box of mementos is not going to take up too much space in our basement, and it is fun to look through it every once in awhile and reminisce.
This blog is all over the place. Sorry.
In the meantime, I’m trying to pick paint colors, which is really hard. It’s just paint! Why is it tormenting my soul like this?
Oh, and then I got a speeding ticket coming home from work the other night. Crying didn’t work. 48 in a 25. Construction zone. Honestly, it didn’t even occur to me that it was a construction zone because it’s been a construction zone for like EVER. And even though Mr. Police Officer was kind enough to reduce the citation for me, I still cried the whole way home. I hate getting in trouble.