With exactly three months to go until I weigh proverbial anchor and sail away to the South Pacific to begin the next stage in my crazy life, things have (finally! at last! already??!!) begun to seriously progress and let me tell you, it's getting fun!
It's funny and amazing to me how, when things are right, they just work. I had planned on leaving for this trip two months ago in April, and going straight to Europe to begin my grand adventure. For some reason, December came around, then January, February... and I knew I should be packing/planning/buying airline tickets/selling my belongings, and yet, I just couldn't bring myself to do any of it. None. So I pushed back to September and things began to click, whir into motion and become really, really easy.
This past weekend, out of the blue, I began the (what I expect will be) lengthy process of getting rid of my stuff. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Things that I thought I'd need right up until I left, I don't (like wifi routers and cable modems, because my roommate had her own...) and I've listed them for sale online. My roommate has a couch in storage, so I'll start selling my furniture as opportunities arise (thank goodness for craigslist, right?). My car *may* sell (a lot earlier than anticipated) and I *may* have the use of a friend's spare until I leave... crazy, right?
It's all working. And it's really exciting, liberating, terrifying and at times a bit cringe-worthy. You know? Like getting rid of my stuff: the things I selected carefully, researched and meticulously placed in the perfect spot in my home. All of this same stuff that I'd see every time I'd come home from a big trip, sigh to myself and think: OHMYGOSH, WHYDOIHAVESOMUCHSTUFF???? IT'SALLGOTTOGO! Is there a happy median somewhere? I sure haven't found it yet.
It took a long time, six years, to create the nest I live in, and in the next three months I'll be entirely deconstructing that home and having less than the amount of belongings I went away with to college at 18!
Meanwhile, this is exciting stuff:
PS: If you know of anyone in the California bay area looking for stuff: living room stuff, kitchen stuff, a bed, maybe a 2007 Jeep Wrangler, send 'em my way!
It's funny and amazing to me how, when things are right, they just work. I had planned on leaving for this trip two months ago in April, and going straight to Europe to begin my grand adventure. For some reason, December came around, then January, February... and I knew I should be packing/planning/buying airline tickets/selling my belongings, and yet, I just couldn't bring myself to do any of it. None. So I pushed back to September and things began to click, whir into motion and become really, really easy.
This past weekend, out of the blue, I began the (what I expect will be) lengthy process of getting rid of my stuff. It just seemed like the right thing to do. Things that I thought I'd need right up until I left, I don't (like wifi routers and cable modems, because my roommate had her own...) and I've listed them for sale online. My roommate has a couch in storage, so I'll start selling my furniture as opportunities arise (thank goodness for craigslist, right?). My car *may* sell (a lot earlier than anticipated) and I *may* have the use of a friend's spare until I leave... crazy, right?
It's all working. And it's really exciting, liberating, terrifying and at times a bit cringe-worthy. You know? Like getting rid of my stuff: the things I selected carefully, researched and meticulously placed in the perfect spot in my home. All of this same stuff that I'd see every time I'd come home from a big trip, sigh to myself and think: OHMYGOSH, WHYDOIHAVESOMUCHSTUFF???? IT'SALLGOTTOGO! Is there a happy median somewhere? I sure haven't found it yet.
It took a long time, six years, to create the nest I live in, and in the next three months I'll be entirely deconstructing that home and having less than the amount of belongings I went away with to college at 18!
Meanwhile, this is exciting stuff:
You know, it's just a picture of my kitchen without a kitchen table. Because I sold it. Really, who needs a kitchen table anyway? Desks and ottomans are perfectly good alternatives for vagabonds like me. ;)
PS: If you know of anyone in the California bay area looking for stuff: living room stuff, kitchen stuff, a bed, maybe a 2007 Jeep Wrangler, send 'em my way!
