I graduated from Ball State University this past May and it's no secret that a lot of big changes are coming my way. I'm getting married in December. I also received a job offer in Orlando, Florida. That means I'm moving out of my parent's house in our little town of Osceola at the end of July. Permanently.
I may be ready to move away, but I wasn't ready for the process of thoughts crossing my mind as I did so. They went a little something like this:
1. Holy crap, I have a lot of stuff.
I've learned through this process so far that I am basically a packrat and keep anything given to me within reason. I may have gotten rid of clothes and books in the past, but knickknacks and old toys are rotting away in boxes in the basement.
2. Thank goodness my parents are going to live in this house until they die so I have a place to store the stuff that won't fit in a one bedroom apartment.
But seriously, how does one person accumulate so much stuff over the years? You think you're doing well throwing out that entire box, just to find out there's three more like it somewhere else. At least the things I want to keep but can't take with me just yet can be stored here. And for free!
3. I need to have a garage sale.
It's like killing two birds with one stone: I get rid of stuff and I also get money to put towards the move. Genius!
4. Aw, look, birthday cards. Wait, why did I keep these?
Again, why did I keep every card and the like that was given to me? What was 16-year-old me thinking back then? Did I seriously think I was going to look back fondly on them many years from now?
5. I hope my significant other doesn't have this much stuff.
At this rate, we're going to have to get a three bedroom apartment or house just so we can store the amount of garbage that is in our lives. I guess making a trip to see them and go through their stuff is in order.
6. Okay, but is it really worth it to move when all of my stuff is finally paired down and put away nicely?
I finally have everything I want for the move and everything put away in my parent's basement that I want to keep but can't take with me just yet. My room is finally organized and clutter free. Why would I want to mess up all my hard work?
7. Nope. Totally still moving out.
As much as I know I'll miss my family and friends that live here, it's time to embark on a new chapter and new adventure with my life. Moving on is what will allow me to get where I'm going.
