T-12 days until the big move (to Chicago).
I was finally forced to get to the dreaded packing portion of the life-changing exercise.
Where to begin!
After surveying the contents of my room, I found clothes I haven’t worn since 1998 (homage to my high school fashion glory), cell phone chargers for every model made since 1999 (hmm might need to revive that Saved By The Bell phone…) and jewelry I picked up during college travels that once was “silver” but is now a gorgeous pewter at best.
After giving it some thought, I decided not to give friends and family reason to nominate me for Hoarders and thus spent time going through everything. I opened up pre-packed boxes, took everything out from under the bed and dug deep into bins that traveled (as is) from high school to college to NYC.
- The ever popular “spank me it’s my birthday” t-shirt (size kids small) – KEEPER
- Hair ribbon I wore in my last figure skating college nationals
- Complete sequined one-piece suite (worn on Halloween 5 years ago)
- 15 tube-tops (naturally)
- Cards my roommates and I wrote to each other in college. Absurdity at its best.
Ultimate favorite: card my college (and current) roommate gave me on my 23rd bday:
I can’t remember how the nicknames “poopy” and “crappy” came about, but I do know that 8 years later, I still yell “crappy!!” in public places when trying to find her. Neither one of us can remember what the “little something” is that was provided for the start of my day. I’m assuming a Keystone Light. Or beer pong paddle (?). Either way: solid gold.
I donated bags of clothing, shoes and blankets. I gave away skirts, tennis shoes and workout outfits. I spent hours reading every note, postcard and diary.
The result is: a great deal less to move. Some proper reminiscing. A feeling of lightness.
Turns out cleansing and “spring cleaning” (in October) is Awesome.
Highly recommend it.