Anti-materialism for the win!
It's amazing how much I end up taking stock of the material possessions I've encumbered myself with when I start contemplating the reality of a 3000 mile move. There is a remarkably strong temptation to just toss the clothes I am particularly fond of, my pictures and my 'Zuka stuff in a suitcase and hop on the plane without looking back. Obviously I won't actually do this, but I'm hoping what actually happens won't be too terribly far off. I'd really like to be able to start semi-fresh without unnecessary clutter and build a life that's really ours, without all the trappings of the lives we've left behind. Not that I don't like my past, that's not what I mean, but part of what I want out of this move is a fresh start without the physical and emotional baggage I have in CA.
This afternoon naval gazing brought to you by not enough sleep, too much caffeine and high fructose corn syrup at lunch, and a half dozen emails from movers with quotes that could give a lesser person palpitations.
This afternoon naval gazing brought to you by not enough sleep, too much caffeine and high fructose corn syrup at lunch, and a half dozen emails from movers with quotes that could give a lesser person palpitations.