I’ve lived in seven apartments since college graduation. Each time I move, I take loads of things to Goodwill. It’s the obvious time to clear out the clutter and lighten my load.
Despite giving away tons of stuff when I moved to New York, I still have more now than I want to ship. I moved here with two big suitcases and decent-sized carry-on. I shipped about five boxes here. Now I’m getting ready to move for an eighth time. I already shipped four boxes and two suitcases of stuff. I have a fifth box ready to go. My mom is planning to fly out to help me carry more suitcases out. Still, I’m not sure if that’ll accommodate everything.
How did I end up with so much stuff?
I already took four bags to Goodwill and put two boxes of stuff in the free area of my building. Yet, I asked my friend Quyn to come over tomorrow and help me get brutal about what’s worth keeping and what is not. She promises she’s a tight packer.
I already gave away the things I moved here and never used (my high school tennis racquet) and tossed any stained, ripped or unflattering clothes, but I still need to get it down to four suitcases worth.
I’m not even taking any furniture or much housewares with me. I’m already at my weight limit for carry-on by way of my cat and personal and work computers.
I’m never moving across the country again.
Well, maybe I will.