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Moving On

I’m in the process of packing up my and moving. Well…I should be packing. I started to before I got sick.  And then I stopped and had to delay the move until I got better.

Which is just classic. I spent months looking for a new home. MONTHS, no exaggeration. And then another couple of months working to make it all happen. And then, once everything finally got approved, I got sick.

Funny, right?

I refuse to see this as some kind of cosmic sign. Nope. I’m every bit as excited about my move as I was last month. Just, you know, a little tired of staring at my current apartment full of boxes and suitcases.

Things are going to move forward again, full steam ahead, tomorrow. YIPPEE!

Of course, I’m kinda scared.  I’ve lived in my same apartment for over 8 years. And so I’m pretty settled in here.  It’s going to be a big shock, living someplace else.  Someplace that’s actually a bit smaller than my current apartment. Smaller but sunnier and in better condition. Life is about compromise.

Part of this moving process means that I’m going through everything I own, and throwing lots of it out.  Plus donating lots to charity. Last time I moved I donated almost all of my furniture to Furnish a Future and bought new stuff for my new place. NOTE: I’d love to that again, but don’t have the $$ to buy new furniture. However, if anyone has a hookup with a furniture store who’d like to do a new apartment makeover/sponsorship please ping me.  At the top of my need/want list is a good queen-size sleeper sofa so that out of town friends have someplace comfy to sleep.

There’s something simultaneously therapeutic and frightening about going through all of my possessions and deciding what to keep and what to chuck.  The truth is, I don’t really need much of what I have.  Yet, and I don’t know if this makes sense, I don’t know if I have the guts to chuck it all.  I’m not a pack rat by nature, but it’s impossible not to collect things over 8 years. Unneeded things. But things that, to a certain extent, define my world.

Will my life be less-rich, somehow, if I throw out my huge collection of yoga videos on vhs that currently sit caked in dust on a shelf in my tv stand?  Will my kitchen still be my kitchen if I get rid of the ancient, rusted, cast-iron griddle?  And what about my last few suits?  I gave away most of my “real work” clothes ages ago, but still have a few of my favorite suits.  I don’t ever plan on having a job that requires suits again.

Anyway, I’m only moving 5 1/2 blocks away. After a lot of soul searching I decided that I’m too in love with my neighborhood to leave, even if it means not having as much space or as many amenities as I’d have somewhere else.


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  1. Sandyvs says:

    Transfer your yoga from the vhs to dvd’s. It’s really easy. If I can do it, anyone can.

  2. Leah says:

    Good luck with your move Simone!!!

  3. Jolene says:

    Good luck on the move! Consider it a fresh start. That’s what I love about moving, though I hate the entire process so much, otherwise!