So even though I don’t know whether or not I’m buying a house next week, I’ve started packing. In order to save money, I’m doing most of the move myself (everything but furniture, or at lest that’s the plan). So I’m going to be doing it slowly, taking boxes over in my car a couple of times a week until we hit the actual move day. To make this process less painful, I’ve started packing up boxes, things that I know that I can live without for a while.
And what have I learned? I have a whole lot of stuff. Way more stuff than I need. I’m trying to cull through as I pack, but that’s easier said than done. I’ve got a whole library of books, which is problem number one. Lots of crafting stuff. And then there’s just… stuff. I don’t know how to describe it.
One thing I will have to be careful of in the house is that I don’t let the stuff take over. I’m going from a two bedroom apartment (where one bedroom belongs to my roommate) to a three bedroom house. I will have an attic. I cannot let the stuff get away from me.
(I must admit, the attic freaks me out a bit, so I don’t see myself storing too much stuff in there – maybe the Christmas decorations and the two Rubbermaid boxes of childhood mementos that I’ve hung on to. So that might work in my favor.)