Movin' On Up

Or, at least, movin’ on out. The Hubby finished school, graduates in two weeks, and off we go! In the meantime, we have to go through all our junk, weeding out the actual junk and packing the junk-we-like for future use. We’ve rented a U-Haul and are plotting our Westward route. The problem is going to be packing the damn thing. Packing is the worst. Do you know one person who likes packing? I mean, unpacking isn’t so bad, you get to choose what looks good where, and remember all kinds of fun times when you come across some photo in a nice old frame, you get to start fresh in a new place and have all kinds of exciting moments about what is to come…but packing? You realize how much crap you have sitting in your house doing absolutely nothing but gathering dust or taking up space, feel bad that you or someone else spent money on it, and then have to debate if you should try to sell it, give it away, donate it, or throw it out. And then start again with the next thing on the shelf/in the box/molding in the bottom of the closet.

Then there’s the whole eco-guilt I have about tossing anything with the tiniest potential for re-use. Oy. Saving the world is hard, isn’t it. Maybe if this baby can be some scientific genius I can make up for all the stuff I’m throwing out and carbon emissions I’m about to make driving cross country. We’ll see.