on the move

So much is swirling around in my brain lately. We're moving in less than 2 weeks (just down the street) and my entire apartment is in disarray. Unfortunately with M working 2 jobs it's been up to me to do much of the packing and let's face it, I'm not great at organization, especially when it comes to packing. Still, I persevere and we have boxes packed; not as many as there needs to be but that's how it goes most days. The process of going through, choosing what to keep, what to donate, what to throw away is taxing. It dredges up memories and moments and what ifs. What if I get rid of this and need or want it one day? What if I wish I had those shoes or that shirt?

I once heard an organizer on Oprah, (I think) say that if you're holding on to items for "one day" or because they hold memories of the past then how can you live in the now? There's probably something to that and since I've been focusing this year on "living in the moment," I have taken extra thought about what I hang on to. I know the things we carry from place to place mean something; they tether us. M used to be able to move everything she owned in the back of her old Ford Escort. But now, well... it takes a 17 foot truck and weeks of packing.

I am trying not to get bogged down in the details and instead focus on the possibilities and all those reasons I was excited about moving in the first place. But gosh, it's hard work.