This weekend and next are all about getting ready for my next move to my new apartment in Prospect Heights. Like most, I am usually less than excited about the prospect of packing up all my earthly possessions and trucking them off to a new home. In the past, it has been the subject of a good bit of stress and anxiety. (Usually there is tears and yelling involved.)
This time around, I am going to try and be more intentional in my approach to moving. As I wrote about earlier, the new apartment is really my first real opportunity for self-expression in what is purely my own space. So I am moving my stuff with an eye toward how it fits into that overall paradigm.
In addition, moving is a great opportunity to look at all the material belongings that I surround myself with. What is worth packing up and trucking off to my next home? What can I fairly painlessly rid myself of? Do I really need receipts going back five years, a USB rocket launcher, ? It's a sometimes deep and complicated decision-making process, but a healthy one.
There is a particular pleasure in letting go of things and making your life as uncomplicated and simple as possible. I have the next two weeks, and beyond, to enjoy this.