That’s the number of days we have to get out of this apartment. Let me rephrase, that’s the number of days we have to finish separating our clothes, pack up the van full of the stuff we’re keeping, load the RV, get rid of the beds, dressers, tables, and desks, find a vacuum (because we sold ours) to help us seal the Space Bags we bought, take all of the clothes we’re not keeping to the charity drop off location (thanks for the tip, Janet), take all pictures off of the walls and send them to the grandparents, find a P.O. box/mail forwarding company, and repaint all five rooms of our apartment so that we can get our deposit back.
I don’t know what we’re going to do. I feel like we had been making steady progress, but the last week we have been at a virtual stand still. As I type this, I am negotiating with CM to go out for dinner because I just want to get away from all of the clutter.
I know you’re probably tired of reading about my purging troubles, but trust me, I’m tired of writing about them. It sounded so simple at the beginning: get rid of our stuff and move into an RV. I know I am making it harder than it has to be. This is just such a huge change for me.
Okay, here and now I’m making the decision to ….. nah, I can’t do it. I was going to say get rid of all the books and buy/borrow new ones as we need them, but the mere thought is disturbing. I’m going to think about this a little more and get back to you. Maybe I’m just thinking too much about this.
Focus on the big picture. Focus on the big picture. Focus on the big picture….














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