“It’s OK to throw away the peas”
I breathed a sigh of relief when Navani said those words. I put so much pressure on myself not to be wasteful, but I’m moving, and I can’t take everything with me. I also can’t eat it all before I go. Believe me, I’ve been trying. So, I’m giving myself permission to throw away the peas.
It’s been overwhelming to look around my apartment at what’s still here and try to judge whether it’ll all fit in the suitcase my mom brings. Or whether I’ll have time to bring the toaster oven, pot and pan to the Goodwill after breakfast the last day, but before we head to the airport.
When I pulled his carrier out and set it on the floor, Gatito ran under the bed. I thought, “Uh-oh, traveling with a cat once medicated for anxiety is not going to be fun.”
Here’s what I did in preparation for moving:
- Ate canned corn for a snack.
- Removed my nail polish and repainted my toes, just to use up the nail polish remover.
- Flipped through three magazines for about 5 seconds and declared them read & ready for recycling.
- Poured out the contents of all the salad dressing bottles in my fridge, then obsessively cleaned them out for recycling.
- Threw away the peas.
- Fretted about my mom finding out I never used the gluten-free flour she gave me.
- Took some vitamins. Two less to move.
- Sprayed Calming Spray for Cats around my apartment. The lavender smell is nice.
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