Moving Days

Yep.  Days.  Plural.

Not helpful.

We planned to move as much as possible on the 22nd with grand plans to empty the entire apartment and only have to come back to clean it before handing over the keys.  As it turns out, we are hoarders.  Well, half of us are.  I threw out bag after bag of things we didn't use and couldn't donate as well as donating several bags to our local goodwill.  We threw out more things while we moved (a dumpster's worth of things) and we still had to make two trips with the U-haul that day.

You'd never even know we lived here.

Then there were more trips.  We went back and forth several times and could barely believe it when 10 days later we were completely moved out and the apartment was spotless (we were dead set on getting back all of the money for the security deposit).  On the last day in the apartment, we only had a few things to put in the car; the fish tank that we were absolutely dreading and some miscellaneous cleaning supplies.  We cleaned for 5 hours.  We scrubbed out windows, bathrooms, floors, walls, baseboards, cabinets, closets, shelves and appliances.  I can't take all of the credit for the bathrooms, my mom did most of that the day before when we were making one of those awful trips (thanks, Mom!).

The last trip... We're free!

I now have a complex about things.  It turns out that I don't require very much to keep me happy.  I don't want "things" anywhere near the house, and if I never see a book again it will be too soon.  I love to read, I really do, but I don't have time for the amount of books we acquire and they mostly get put off to the side until I have a chance to get rid of them (either Goodwill, the school, or sometimes even the trash... which seems like a sin, but its not I promise).  We must have gotten rid of over half of the books in the apartment and still had to move several heavy boxes of them.  Never again.

Also useless things.  I love objects that have a purpose.  I have no problem with having useful items around the house, but there comes a point when you have to say "Is this really going to improve my life?  Or is it just neat to look at?"  Most of the time, its just more stuff I have to clean or keep around.  Ick.

Anyways, sorry for the rant, I must have some moving PTSD.  The real upside to cleaning out the apartment was going to Olive Garden at the end of the day. We'd had breakfast and not much else and were really hungry by dinner time, and there's just something about those breadsticks...