10 more days until I fly away to Wales. I couldn’t be more excited. My visa came in the mail yesterday. That means that all the paperwork is DONE! Wait…who am I kidding? Adulthood is just one big battle with paperwork. But a short break will be welcomed.
Now all I have to do is pack up and say my last goodbyes. Packing got a tad bit more complicated since my family just found out that they might be moving from our large house to a small condo in two weeks. Life is a crazy thing.
The fact that they are moving across town really shook up my packing process. I am not just packing my clothes and leaving the rest of my belongings strewn across my bedroom. That wouldn’t be fair to them. I am attempting to pack almost all my stuff and leave them just one or two boxes to store.
Question: how do you pack up your life into just two suitcases?
Answer: you throw most of it away (and by throw away I mean donate it to a thrift store with a good cause).
In the past couple of weeks I have lightened myself considerably.
- I’ve gotten rid of almost half of my clothes.
- That collection of every single note, letter, and birthday card that I have received since I was eight years old, yeah, all that had to go.
- I disposed of all the knick knacks and souvenirs that I’ve collected over the years.
- I raided my gorgeous intellectually stimulating and inspiring library. I sold or donated all but my most sentimentally valued 10 or so books.
Last week I posted about how pursuing one dream means giving up a few others. This week that post became very real as I threw away things I thought I would never get rid of like my first baby doll, old paintings, and my beloved library.
I have to be realistic. I am moving to Wales for college.
No room for a library there.
Afterward I want to travel the world.
Can I bring a bookshelf as my carry on?
Then I plan to attend a two year christian training in Southern California.
You don’t have happen to want to store my boxes for free do you?
And finally I dream of spending my life traveling to the ends of the earth or wherever else the Lord would send me. I’m making a fairly safe bet that I won’t be living in a medieval castle filled with extra nooks and crannies just calling for STUFF to be filled with.
So you see, my lifestyle is no longer compatible with my book hoarding memorabilia pack rating tendencies. No worries, I’m not planning to move anywhere that doesn’t have a library within reasonable distance. I can store memories in my heart (oh and on my computer… same thing right?). And let’s face it, I’m probably never going to miss the clothes and other bits and pieces that I’ve kept in boxes for years and finally tossed.
So I have declared a war on all STUFF. There is actually a kind of estrogen high that comes from throwing things away. When the high is gone and the crash comes I may or may not fall back in tears and regret some of my harder decisions (aka MY BOOKS…OH MY DEAR SWEET BOOKS!). But I know this was a necessary step toward my dreams.
I am light and ready to fly.