Selling My Soul
The moving preparations are many, and daunting, and overwhelming. My first day is one week from now (!!!) so I'm leaving on Monday, and handing the packing and cleaning yet to be done to my husband. Then it'll be another month of separation, as he gathers up our life here, and I look for a new place to live there, and we meet back up at Halloween to load the truck and the cats and get the hell out of Dodge. I'm excited to be someone new, but nervous, too. Worried about making a good impression, hoping they aren't disappointed in me once they meet me...it's all a rich tapestry of anxiety.
I'm still trying to convince the Lad that we should just GET THE HELL RID OF most of our shit. Our furniture is really nothing special, most of it having been scavenged from various friends' moving sales and the sidewalk on big trash day. There is IKEA where we're going. I am totally willing to toss like 60% of our stuff if it means that moving day won't suck so hardcore. The Boy is quite resistant, though. He gets very emotionally attached to things, and finds it really hard to let go of them. He's been trying to be good, so sometimes he'll hand me a big box of random crap and say, "go ahead, toss stuff out, just don't show me what you're getting rid of."
Some things I can't WAIT to get rid of. I decided to take this opportunity to sell off a lot of the artwork I have just sort of lying around. Some of it I've had for over a decade, and it's time to let it go to someone who'll love it instead of tolerate it. Some of it I'm just sick of looking at. Some of it I recently painted and figure, why not make a couple bucks? Anyway, if you or anyone you know is looking for some art, you can get some right here, baby: http://jenfridy.etsy.com
And now back to my regularly-scheduled packing extravaganza.
I'm still trying to convince the Lad that we should just GET THE HELL RID OF most of our shit. Our furniture is really nothing special, most of it having been scavenged from various friends' moving sales and the sidewalk on big trash day. There is IKEA where we're going. I am totally willing to toss like 60% of our stuff if it means that moving day won't suck so hardcore. The Boy is quite resistant, though. He gets very emotionally attached to things, and finds it really hard to let go of them. He's been trying to be good, so sometimes he'll hand me a big box of random crap and say, "go ahead, toss stuff out, just don't show me what you're getting rid of."
Some things I can't WAIT to get rid of. I decided to take this opportunity to sell off a lot of the artwork I have just sort of lying around. Some of it I've had for over a decade, and it's time to let it go to someone who'll love it instead of tolerate it. Some of it I'm just sick of looking at. Some of it I recently painted and figure, why not make a couple bucks? Anyway, if you or anyone you know is looking for some art, you can get some right here, baby: http://jenfridy.etsy.com
And now back to my regularly-scheduled packing extravaganza.