Aug 26 2012

My Life in Boxes

Moving to a new place is one of those things that forces you to take stock of your life, mostly because you’re trying to cram that life into the dozen dilapidated cardboard boxes you found behind the grocery store. Whether you’re moving to a new town or into the apartment next door, it’s a time to reflect on where you are and where you’re headed, and perhaps to do a little necessary purging.

The last time I moved was five years ago, when I ventured into a brave new world of living sans roommates for the first time. No more sharing groceries, no more fighting over the TV, no more hair-that’s-not-mine in the shower drain – an exciting time indeed.

Now, as I prepare to move out of the humble shoebox I’ve called home the past five years, the mood is bittersweet. I’ve made a lot of memories here, like the time(s) a leaky ceiling soaked half my wardrobe or the time my elderly neighbor passed away and no one knew it until an unbearable smell overtook the building. Ok, they aren’t all good memories, but I digress.

Anyway, as I pack up a shoe collection that’s increased five-fold in five years, I find myself feeling a bit nostalgic and also acutely aware of just how much baggage, literal and figurative, I’ve accumulated since my last move.

With my 30th birthday upon me, it’s an interesting time to take stock of all the tangible and not-so-tangible “stuff” I’ve collected in the past half-decade. Like anyone, I’ve experienced ups and downs, faced changes in my professional and personal life … and really have purchased an obscene amount of shoes.

Now as I prepare for moving day and the next phase of life as a grown-up, I’m beginning to think it might be time to try to lighten the load of my life in boxes. I’m not moving far, just a few blocks down the road – and no, I didn’t buy; as long as my commitment issues run as deep as they do I shall remain a proud renter, thank you. Still, it seems the perfect time to let go of some of the “stuff” I don’t need to carry around with me anymore – whether that be past disappointments or my favorite leather boots with the busted heel.

This sort of purging won’t be an easy task for a packrat and emotional hoarder like myself, but I’m going to give it a try. I’m pretty stoked for a fresh start and the additional square footage coming with it, and I only want to bring the really good stuff with me.

1 comment

  1. Christopher

    With the changing of roommates I’ve experienced in the past month, I must admit that getting rid of crap and the like that I haven’t used in 10-15 years was a rejuvenating experience. The Salvation Army was happy to receive my baggage 🙂

    Congrats on your new move! See you soon!

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