Doing Things Deliberately
I moved a week-and-a-half ago.
I am fully functional in my new digs. The nice part is that when the weather sucks, I am five minutes away from work (really just around the block). This past Friday was a perfect example. First, it rained. When I drove to work, it was snowing. Then, for the rest of the workday, it did something in between. When it was time to drive home, my car had a thin layer of ice on it. Welcome to Michigan. I was so happy to be home in about ten minutes, including scraping-off time.
However, I still have some boxes in the living room. I could just shove them in the closet. Out of sight, out of mind. I suspect that is what I did last time I moved. I was totally overwhelmed dealing with Barry and the house. I just crammed stuff into boxes and got them hauled from point A to point B. I refuse to do that again.
I am going through things, item by item. For some stuff, it is like, “OMG! I still have this?!” Some items are hard to eliminate because they represent dead hopes and dreams. Those parts of my life really are over.
I don’t know if this is a better way, but I am tired of being continually overwhelmed. I am gradually using my free time to finish up emotional business. I want to know what I have and where it is all at. Easier said than done.
I have always considered this to be a practice move. The goal is Not-Michigan. I have my atlas and am doing research. I could live here another few years. I have some final arrangements to make and pay for for myself. One thing at a time.