Have I mentioned how much I hate packing? I can’t imagine that I haven’t. I have been packing and purging and then re-purging and repacking for….ever now and there is still stuff in the house. How can this be? Early American pioneers traveled thousands of miles with a couple of covered wagons and they took nearly everything they owned and I am not taking any furniture other than my daughter’s bed, her dad’s recliner and a television, and there is still too much stuff! 

I am going on an acquisition diet. I have packed only about twenty hangers. That is all the clothing I am allowed for the closet anymore. Any new clothing purchases will come at the donation expense of existing items. Pruned the shoes down to about 8 pair (and just as an aside, I hate shoe shopping and owned probably only about 6 pair more than I am keeping). I have decided that keeping “fat” clothes is more effort than simply exercising and eating properly. And it takes up more space. It is cheaper to buy extra storage at .Mac than to keep paper and photos. And, the crown jewel of my newly organized leaf is that I am not going to allow papers to pile up. How? I have a few ideas, but suffice to say that the next move (in a year…..good god) will not be this painful (for me anyway as it will be Rob’s house we will be sorting and packing).

Six more days and then we will finally be home. To unpacking. Sorting. Rearranging. Large flesh-eating mosquitoes. On-going renovations and a few new ones. But home. It’s where the heart is,  you know.