I’m on a mission to throw away as much unnecessary stuff as possible, but I just keep finding more. Some of this stuff hasn’t been used or even looked at for the 3 years we have lived here! I really don’t want to move garbage from one place to the next. This whole moving experience is going to be a time of cleansing for me.
I must admit that I tend to idealize things like this…for example, I’m thinking that moving into this new house will inspire me to be an overall more disciplined person. I will wake up early and spend quiet time with God while sipping hot herbal tea. Then I will do an hour of cardio, take a shower, get dressed, make my bed, eat a healthy breakfast, immediately wash the breakfast dishes, pack a healthy lunch, obey the speed limit while driving to work, miraculously be more motivated about my job, come home and make a healthy dinner, eat said dinner with Andy, do the dishes right away, spend time learning to crochet while listening to a CD to learn a foreign language, take a brisk walk around the neighborhood, spend quality time looking into Andy’s eyes discussing our respective days at work along with our hopes and dreams for the future, then actually wash my face, brush and floss and get to bed early after reading a few chapters of an inspirational book. I will then spend the night dreaming about doing good deeds like helping old women cross the street.
I fail to do many of these things right now. Can I really blame it all on the apartment? I think not. How do I conjure up these thoughts of euphoria and hinge them on something as commonplace as moving???
I may never know.