I can officially say that our move is completed. Our new place isn’t completely unpacked yet, but the old place is clean and the keys have been handed back. Shutting the door and walking away for the last time is highly satisfying, even if getting to that place can be harrowing.
I spend a lot of time thinking about the stuff we carry around with us – stuff we need, stuff we think we need, our treasures, things we use every day, things we hold on to from tradition. Adding moving into that equation puts me into overdrive. I noticed a couple of major emotional arcs in the process.
There was the euphoria of the first easy box, the first sign that the move is really happening! I gamely decided to purge a lot of my clothing and art supplies. Then I packed the remaining art supplies, and realized that I’d filled 5 boxes with it. Ok. Hard work, but the panic really started to set in when I turned my attention to the kitchen. So many weird, fragile, oddly shaped, large items. I ran out of boxes. I began to loathe myself for keeping so much stuff around me. My mood lifted when we took our first few runs to the new place with awkward things like lamps and musical instruments. Progress!
But then I had to face the kitchen again. I started mixing “odds and ends” with kitchen stuff and created a 10′ sq. pile of things that weren’t well-packed enough to go into a moving truck. Still, our wonderful friends and family (including my fantastic, level-headed sis) showed up to help and boxes and furniture disappeared like magic. We moved what felt like 95% of everything and unloaded it at the new place in 30 minutes flat. We got home after taking our helpers to lunch and set up the bed. Lying on it was as euphoric as packing that first box, and we spent the rest of the day happily shuffling around the new place. But then we had to go back to the old place today for that last 5%, which is always more like 20%. We almost drove away without everything because our car was so packed. But we thought better of it and decided to cram everything in after all. Our good old Civic wasn’t pleased and Nathan was carrying two flower pots on his lap with a ceramic tree crowding his feet but we did it. Euphoria again!
One of the huge features of our new place is that Nathan and I both have a room devoted to our respective hobbies in our basement. I’ll have my own sewing space! My last sewing space was in our main room. I’m hoping that having dedicated sewing space that I can’t see all the time will help me maintain a nice balance between sewing and living. Another big feature is a garage where I can play with silkscreen printing and shibori without destroying our bathroom.
Orson has decided Nathan’s reading room is his favorite.
I’ve been running on fumes, rice chips and string cheese for the past four days, and haven’t set up my new space. Rest assured it’s one of my top priority after my school finals tomorrow! (Yep, I really know how to layer on the stress.) My other priority is to do another round of purging while I’m still feeling the sting of moving. I would love to hear any tips you have on living simply and paring down. I’m a hoarder by nature who is trying to live by minimalist principles, so I always appreciate ideas and inspiration.