Box, box, box. Move, move, move. That seems to be the rhythm of my life lately. First, I watched my boyfriend box stuff to move out to California. Then, I packed up my classroom in order to move to a different hall next year. Now, I’m packing up my 3-bedroom apartment to move to a smaller 1-bedroom apartment. The only one of these moves that was my decision is the last one. And it’s not as enjoyable as I originally pictured it would be. I think I’m burnt out on moving.
I am making the most of this opportunity (and the other opportunities) though. I have been using this move as an excuse to organize things better. I say better because they are already pretty well organized. However, I always see room for improvement when it comes to keeping things neat. I like my space to be functional and easy on the eyes. That requires organization.
I’m also using this time to downsize. When you have a 3 bedroom apartment by yourself for a year (the first year, I shared the space with my sister), you find a way to fill it. I’m not sure how one human and a dog can fill a space so big, but we have managed to take over the entire place. Downsizing to a 1 bedroom apartment is going to save me money and make me get rid of things I don’t need. It’s amazing how much stuff can accumulate when you’re not looking.