For the first time since June of 2005, I have all my stuff with me under the same roof. This is tremendously exciting for me since, despite my tendency to perambulate, I actually love being at home and being able to curl up on the couch with a book or whip something up with all of my fun cooking tools.
Not having all my things with me has made me incredibly sad and also forced me to buy many many duplicate versions of things, like towels, of which I apparently own about a dozen. The downside is that I have to find all the similar items, determine which to keep, get rid of the extras and stick the lucky ones somewhere so that I don’t forget I already have some. This is really time-consuming and basically a slog.
The upside, which is a big one, is that each box I open is filled with things I already like so the whole exercise is like Christmas. I’ve been wearing all “new” clothes for the past week without going shopping. (My rule is basically that if I haven’t seen something for two years, it’s new to me.) Another bonus, that feeling of freedom when I just throw things out. The burden that’s lifted is mental and physical which almost makes up for the drudgery.