Well, I have to be honest and report that very few things have actually left the house. I don’t want to throw away all of the useful things that I’m trying to detach myself from.
I’ve managed to consign a few things to the trash bin–chipped coffee mugs, underwear with holes. The rest of my things are in piles–books to be sold somewhere, jewelry that needs to go somewhere, clothes that can be donated.
I’m trying to remember the wise things I tell my students–that the best things in life make us happy and are useful. While it’s useful and happy to have a lot of books, for instance, each book does not necessarily share that status. I also keep asking myself–do I want to pack this and then unpack this later?
In other news, the job search is on. Pickings are slim and I’m anxious to the point of fleeting attacks. Whatever happens, this is going to be a year of great transition. I have a lot of absolutely wonderful things to look forward to.
All the more reason not to look back on a pile of things weighing me down. I would hate to turn to salt.
There is much to do and much to be organized at my home, too, but I’ve decided my goal for winter will be to get Weird Al to respond to one of my clever and adorable @replies on Twitter. Maybe if that happens, I’ll bring the clothes to goodwill and organize the books.
In other news, I love you!