midwest neurotica

 
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I am just now six weeks away from moving. Well, my stuff is moving that is. I, on the other hand, don’t yet know when I will again join my stuff at its final destination. It might be in 6 weeks, or at worst case, 6 months. I just know that I have a house’s worth of stuff in my little apartment and I am not moving it all twice.  At first, it seemed like a pretty easy decision. But, as time draws near, the idea of living on only-what-can-fit-in-my car is causing me some anxiety. After all, I’m the girl who needed two cars (one an SUV) to move out of my dorm in college.

I am trying to look on this as an opportunity to live simply, to prove that I don’t “need” all that stuff. I believe I mostly have stuff thats a.) pretty to look at or b.) functional. (I’ve really tried to reduce the amount of useless and ugly in my life.)  For the most part, I realize that most of these things are not essential for my survival. In my head, my needs are pretty simple. I can rationalize myself down to a small number of items. But, my heart is already clinging tight to the feel of a rug under my feet, the supporting comfort of my love seat, the pleasure of seeing friends and family on the walls of my home and even though I haven’t knitted since December, the thought of my needles and yarn “just being there”.