It’s moving time for me.  I’ve been living in my cozy 2-story cement box for 2 years now.  It’s time to move on, pay a little less, and get onto another chapter.  How did this sneak up on me?  I’ve been generally planning now for a few months, but now the moving day is about a week and a half away.  I’m sitting here with a basket of folded laundry, watching “Noise” on Netflix instant while I wait for the everlasting dryer cycle to finish once again.

I made sure to change my address through the post office.  I did it online for the first time ever.  They charge you $1.00 to change your address online, but if you do it in person it’s free (and mostly unverified). I understand that it gives them some backup as to who actually made the change request, but other than that, they didn’t ask me for any other personal information.  Just my new and old address and the date of the switch.  Now I get to start the process of calling all my bills and giving them my new address.

Going through the motions of packing made me realize how little of what I own I actually use. I really REALLY don’t want to move all this shit that I’ve collected in the past 2 years, so I’m going to sell or throw what I don’t/haven’t used.  I grew up in the household of a packrat (yes, Mom, that’s you).   She’s a little better now, but I can’t do it. My goal is to move as little as necessarily possible.  Of course it’s not like I can put everything in my car, but that’s because I like my bed, tv, and the stand it’s on.  I should note that the last time I moved, everything that I actually needed did fit in my car.

Back on topic.  Moving sucks.  But it’s necessary sometimes.  Maybe around this time next year I’ll say the same thing, but the “new” place will be a house, wouldn’t that be nice.

–dez

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