Progress
The Holidays are over.
My holiday break was relatively uneventful. Unless you count the fact that I moved during that week. *Note to self: never EVER move at year end. Never. Again.*
I moved into the most adorable little condo, and I will from here out be known and She Who Pinches Pennies so that one day, just maybe, in a little over a year from now I could buy this sweet little place and will be all my own. Because really, I cannot move again at the end of the year. I just cannot. Ever. Besides - it has a garage!
The Kiddo received many cool things, the top ranking item being a Gameboy Advance SP with a couple of games. And do you know who brought that lovely gift? Santa, you say? Ohhhh ho ho nooo!
That fat dude is so not getting the credit for all the cool gifts anymore. Santa baby - from now on you can bring the socks. hmmmph. I’m getting all the cool points from now on, haha. Because let’s face it - I earned them. And I’ll just leave it at that.
Once Christmas was over, it was full force Phase 1 of packing. Three days of nothing more than getting up, packing box after box, separating out items that should be donated and those not even worthy of donation, then carting said unworthy items out to the dumpster, or hauling the leftover worthy items to Goodwill.
I mention Phase 1 of packing - I’m sure you are familiar with this. It begins with an empty box, and a particular area deemed ‘packable’. As you pack the area, miscellaneous odds and ends that don’t belong are returned to their rightful home to await the day when their area is deemed packable. The packed box is then properly labeled with a room name and a clear indication of the contents. This isn’t so bad, I think to myself. I have a nice glass of wine and pack a box while I admire how organized I am about all of this.
At some point, I reached phase 2… where miscellaneous items could not be returned to their rightful home, as it had already been packed. There I was left with the dilemma, do I pack it in with where it’s no doubt found a home for a year at least, if not more? Or do I find a different - but still more appropriate than it’s current - home for said item.
Toward the end of day 2, I started questioning why in the world I even HAD any of this useless crap and if I could manage without it. The loads to the dumpster tripled. My neighbors started to avoid me, fearing yet another round of “Would you like one of these? I have three. Are you sure you don’t need one? They’re great to have around. Maybe you’ll just take it to try out.” I’ve resorted to promising alchohol to them - “Come in and have a drink. Keep me company while I pack.”
Phase 3 of packing - Who gives a shit anymore, put it in a box, tape it up and if I manage to unpack it between now and the time I realize where the hell it is, then fine. I want the packing to just be OVER. My neighbors have started using alternate access routes to get from their place to the parking lot without going past my house. I am now drinking by mid-afternoon, only now it’s by myself.
In the end it all came together - the boxes were packed, the truck was loaded and unloaded with a minimum of damage to my worldly posessions.
All I can say is that I think I’m in Phase 3 of UNPACKING: Why in the hell did I pack this? And what else could be in those boxes that I actually NEED? How far up a creek will I be 6 months from now if I just toss the rest of these boxes, with all the crap in them??
Anyone want to come over for a drink?
